I awoke amidst the dead on the battlefield, my mind a blank as to how I came to be here. Around me lies only death, the stench and silence pressing in like a nightmare. What is this madness? The sole thing I can recall is the tricoloured banner of the empire, fluttering faintly in the wind - it shall guide my path through this horror.
Travelling forward, I came across a strange altar of sorts, at the centre of which lay some poor creature, almost completely consumed by the plague. His touch... changed me, gave me the power of fire. I don't know what to make of all this, but the power of fire will certainly come in handy in this nightmarish reality within which I find myself.
As I march through these shattered ruins, I cannot help but question the very purpose of this war. Where have the common soldiers gone, those men with whom I once shared bread and powder? What foul providence has loosed this red plague upon the land, that it should stain everything within my sight? And why is it that I alone stand with my mind intact? Or perhaps this is just another lie I tell myself...