Blaze looks down at the ground and covers his face with a hand, tears welling up. Over five hundred are dead because of me. What am I going to do... Why don't you answer my prayers anymore Solare? Why? He lowers his hand at looks towards the main square in town and begins walking there, towards the monument at its center. "you came to me. You asked me to pass your judgement." He balls his hands into fists and quickens his pace, anger clear on his face. "you said this world would plunge into darkness if we didn't fight..." He stops right in front of the monument, a statue dedicated to the embodiment of light. "I'm talking to you! Give me an answer." The chiseled face of Solare says nothing and does nothing, as it had for hundreds of years. It simply stood, looking over the town, merely representing the devotion of the citizens that resided there generations ago, before the first war. Blaze, in a fit of rage, shrouds his hand in flame and strikes the statue, forcing his anger, hate, and rage into his fire. The statue glows white hot and begins to crack as the magic that kept it ageless suddenly splintered and disintegrated, bringing with it a sudden rush of time. A spiderweb of cracks spreads across its face and it's base begins to crumble as time took its toll. Blaze's fire vanishes as he sinks to his knees, sobbing as the memories he shared with his former soldiers comes to his mind, overwhelming his emotional barriers in an instant. The statue, unable to keep its form, suddenly crumbles to dust under the weight of its sudden intake of time. As Blaze looks up, it becomes a pile of rubble, a horrific sign of what was to come. "I'm sorry Solare, but I cannot worship a god... Who does not protect his followers... I'm sorry..."