The man stepped forward, wandering. Washed ashore from the barren plains. He was different, brutal and lacks mercy. Silently lurking, leaving a trail of bloodied carnage. Those who had survived his rage, branded him the Pilgrim.
Was It the Gods who have chosen his fate? Or was It his destiny to befall on this perpetual torment? He rages for he does not know. He moves forward as he curses his path. He continues his quest, he continues the Pilgrimage.