More than once had the events on that fateful day come to mind. Now the despair, the fear, the hatred, the loathing, all fueled his will to fight until the very last fiend had been wiped from the face of the planet. Not one, neither god nor servant, would be spared, and when every last one had perished, his humanity would be returned. Day or night, he did not eat or sleep, only dedicating himself to the continued slaughter. He had no intention of appearing before those gods as a sacrifice. The next time he faced them, it would be to slay the so-called divine.