He knew nothing but that he had come back from beyond, he had seen death. Brought forth from its endless fog he had been given accursed purpose. And the trials would not let anything stop him from achieving it. Not even death. -- No Cost to Great -- Through countless deaths he climbed higher and higher only keeping his mind every time he faced the ceaseless fog. The trials would always be a prison though, no matter how boundless they seemed to be. -- Your Breath and Bone, Meat and Blood are a Vehicle -- Was there anything beyond? Was there anything at the end of the trials? What would be the price if he went against them... what was the price of his freedom. Would he reach the end or would even his mind be swallowed by the ceaseless fog. -- You Live for your Purpose, make its Full Achievement the Demonstrated Proof of your Sincerity -- "Lost souls heed forgotten tales, Of one who sought to be challenged. To learn. Those abandoned by death. Forsaken, called forth from ceaseless fog to new accursed life. Arise now. Be bestowed boundless purpose. Seek to challenge, to grow, Be driven forth by maddening power, Grant wisdom through endless suffering, Fulfill this glorious purpose. Until nothing more may be sought. And so it will be, that even lost souls shall forget their tales."