Savior.

What he saw when he entered the stronghold wasn't beyond his expectations. Corpses littered the place, the blood of innocents was running like a river through the place, it was a very horrific sight to see. With a solemn expression, he passed by corpses of mothers, children, men and beasts. The "beasts" were the people of the holy church. But from Ark's point of view, calling them beasts would actually only tarnish his own species. He was a beast after all. 

After his recent sealing, Ark had reflected a little on his views. He had always been pondering if he was a human, but right now, he couldn't care less. What did it matter anyway? Would him being a human change anything? No. Ark was Ark, no matter if he was a "beast", a "monster", or a human. At times, those words could even mean the same thing.