"Fine, I will. Years ago, I was engaged in a battle between... the corrupted Nephilim, Dark Anmon. He won, merely by stunning me with unholy magic and throwing me down the Apul Cliffs. Lass had been watching, against my orders, and recovered me. He doesn't remember it, but.. He did. I never changed in my ways, for remember, when we were little children, I was always the one that was thrown away, like a little doll, never to be cared for." Kaze'aze said to everyone.