Outside of the tower was desolation and pain. In the distance, another ethereal tree grew inside of a building. This one much taller than the others, and its inscription even more perplexing. "From Fighter's Cave Rest, Your Devotion Leads You On, To Castle Eclipsed" it read. A perfect cycle, as are all things. The shade from before returned, the Hero from Hell, for one last quest. Perhaps it never left? It has always been here. It follows me as I wander, stumbling into a crawling old man, wearing ragged robes and a crooked crown. He speaks of The Red Hood, to which I was confused but only for a moment. Across the way, past 7 thrones, all in ruins, a large, elderly man sat over a corpse, consuming it. He donned a cloak of red, with a hood and all. He looks up at me as I stare down, and mutters something about remembering me entering his painting, before begging me to give him my blood. I look at him with understanding, and shake my head.
This sends him into a rage, and he leaps at me as though he were a monster himself. He is a monster, transformed into one by his ignorance. In another future, that is me staring upwards to another man, whom I hate more viciously than the Devil could hate God. But I am not that man. He fights speedily, viciously, and without mercy. Filled with mirth, for God. For his pain, for his victims, for his foes. For himself. My companion and I are only barely able to survive his onslaught of attacks. He was skilled, powerful, and perhaps one day he might have been wise, but he had lost all of what remained of his humanity. My companion and I defeated The Red Hood, without prejudice. In another time, I would not understand why he lost. Just as the final blow was dealt to The Red Hood, the shade disappeared, almost as quickly as it appeared. I wonder... is it a part of me? It faded away into the wind, beckoning me to another guide.