The will of a human is said to possess incredible powers. Liberators are those who have exceptional mastery over their own will being able to impose it upon reality. I was once one. My will burned and scorched the land I walked, it lit the path in the night when there was no light, it was the warmth that kept us alive through the cold. But that void, that darkness, grabs ahold of my flame and snuffs it out like a wick. The trail which I was brave enough to walk now feels like a quicksand. I am not who I was once or at least that’s what I tell myself nowadays. My flames are no longer as bright but all I need is one spark to reignite it. And your darkness will be the fuel I’ll use to burn you alive, Tyrant.