*Slowly trudging from Norwood forest, Kore had a heavy heart and a lighter load to carry, especially since his left forearm was missing. He had lost it in the fight against those euber-elves and that child-prodigy. He didn't know how he survived or how he hasn't died yet, but he could feel the lingering death that has trailed him all his life crawl up his back, ready to consume him at his first falter. Perservering, Kore knew he could not die here, for it was too early for him to die...he would never be able to accept it and would become those he so frequently and non-chalantly controlled. His eyes flared from black to silver, the severe trauma he suffered was making his powers flare uncontrollably.

A day later he reached Talas and dragged himself to the entrance of the healing hall. He raised his right hand to bang on the door, but he couldn't muster up the energy to stand upright and fell through the doors, lying prone on the entrance floor.*