"Exiled to the Wraeclast, just like all other prisoners. Opened my eyes on the coast. I was trying to think about my next move but my inner voice echoed in my head for minutes. 'I remember this place! I was here before!'. The voice confused me, I thought I was having some kind of a brain trauma. There was a weapon on the ground and 2 other man next to me. Didn't pick the weapon because of the voice, it said again and again 'just run, don't touch to the mortal's weapons and these 2 man', I trusted to my inner voice.

I was trying to stay sane after seeing all these walking dead around me. My inner voice was gone when I saw the gate, instead, I now had so many memories which belongs to a past that I never experienced by myself. I felt like my brain was replicating some religious cliche story of the Templars. I saw Hillock; learned his name after he died by the flames of the Goddess. He was punished by his sword for hitting me. He burned me and himself but my will was stronger.

As you can see, I didn't kill him. Purity of my soul didn't left me. They exiled me because of that. They told me that the God's ways may be complicated. Little did they know, they were the ones who is being judged. Their essence is the reason behind of all this violence and suffering.

I saw one of my children at my second day in the Lioneye's Watch. He was practicing on a dummy with 2 long sticks. The other one on the fourth day, this one somehow had his own dagger. I felt a very deep connection with them. Something about them reminded me my own two sided character. In time, I educated them. I gave them their own inner voices. Until the beginning of our big journey, until they remember the memories of their Kan like me.

The boys were hungry for vengeance just like all other exiles before them. First I watched them while killing the Brutus. It was the little one who killed the Brute by stabbing his dagger to the monster's heart. They killed so many monsters together for months since we started to our journey and that moment was the first time I see happiness in his eyes. After that, the other one, was so happy to kill the Merveil in her cave. I understand their nature, I don't judge them. My way of teaching will be different than the others. They will judge themselves as Gods.

Piety did a perfect job for showing my boys how cruel they're. I remember the moment when they look at each other with bloody hands. They were shaking, having a mental breakdown. I pulled them and pushed out.

When they killed Dominus they just walked away like some automatons. At this moment, I, an old man didn't stop my tears. At this moment, I, felt this mask on my head. The mask of Purity, the famous mask of the old Templar tales. The boys were stunned by the links coming out of my hands. Red for the little one, I felt hunger. Green for the other, I felt thirsty. I felt their souls.

Here we are sitting with the Kitava's head. We are not proud of ourselves as we know that we didn't fixed the source. The essence of the reality stays the same.

Dreams came to us. Endless dreams. This is the place where we were visiting other ratios. I tried every single way to find the perfect ratio for years. Boys killed many Godlike foes, shapers, world eaters. I understand now, after all the things we experienced, my perfection was existential, a part of the much bigger body. I was the one who never really existed, the color that your eyes are creating because of the lack of something. Not the champion of anybody, an anomaly which is known by a few.

I'm now at the deepest spot of the mountain of dreams with my boys. The perfect ratio which can be visited by all exiles. Always changing, never same, but the essence's ratio is perfect. I invite you here, to the House of the Pure. Not divine, not chosen, pure. I invite you to drop your weapons and surrender. Because your essence is creating your path, journey, allies and enemies. It's time to change your savage essence, come join us."