As the light from the torch flickered into existence and lit the cavern, part of him wished to not see the results. Rubble and ruin strewn everywhere, bodies unceremoniously felled by debris and the calamity... Perhaps even children. Closing his eyes, the darkness was a welcome sight as he took a deep breath, trying to get his bearings at the headache cleared and he was able to recall what happened. He wasn’t here to fight, yet on a day that should have been like any other, tragedy struck.<br/><br/>Sebastian was here as an apprentice of his order. He was told to go see the ceremonies, go see others who were receiving awards. Heroes could come from any place, any station, any status. And he was to reflect on seeing who were the virtuous, to strive and follow their footsteps. But the ceremony was interrupted with a pillar of red light and crackling energy pierced the sky and moments later, a deafening roar caused many in the crowd to cover their eyes and look for the source, Sebastian included.<br/><br/>The dragon quickly clashed against the storm king, and the crowd scattered as heroes rushed forth, crusaders sought glorious death, and families moved to protect their children. A brief moment of hesitance erupted in Sebastian, this was not his first brush with demons, a childhood taken from him flashed before his eyes, and quickly his hand was on his blade. No one else would suffer such a fate if he could help it. As the titans above fought fiercely, the ground trembled at the sight of another demon, a titan that brought buildings to smoldering wreckage and the ground began to quaver before giving in.<br/><br/>A nearby family hesitated and panicked, their child seemingly lost in the confusion. Sebastian quickly picked up on it, and sought to do the best he could. Picking up the child and going for a full run, he avoided the falling debris the best he could, closing the gap even as the ground gave way and a yawning abyss opened below. With as much might as he could muster, the child was thrown, a little abruptly but at worst he’d suffer some bruises as he picked himself up and rushed to his family.<br/><br/>The same could not be said for Sebastian, feeling nothing beneath his feet as he started to fall into the darkness below. It wasn’t a warriors death, but... It was hopefully good enough. Right? But before he could reflect much, he felt his descent slowing, something protecting him. The last act of the dragon, perhaps? That had to be it.<br/><br/>“Nngh... Guess we’re the lucky ones.” Rising to his feet, he held his torch firmly, looking about. “Well, before we can do any fighting, we need to find which way is up.”