After more than six months away from the harsh cold of the North, I have returned with the same mission in my mind and the same fervor in my stilled heart. I have come back to finish what I've begun, the annihilation of all inferior undead. The Hollowed beings are filth. They have already been separated from the rest of society, now it is time to finish the job. Now it is time to remove them from this earth. The poor abominations roam the streets as empty husks, attacking and devouring any souls that may cross their path. Pathetic. To show such little control and prove oneself below even animals; to show that there is no self preservation instinct, no ability to grow or learn, no mind at all. Pathetic. But all is not lost, for I am here. Along with those of the same mind, I have slaughtered countless soul starved Hollowed. But try as I might, they keep returning. One looks as any other. It's hard to tell progress is being made at all. But it must be. We must be moving forward, the scars of battle, the accumulated experience wouldn't lie. With the humanity I once believed I could simply cast off as the one tenuous string, holding me from the brink of insanity I march onwards in the battle. There may be no glory for us as there was the Slayer of Demons. But we fight for the same end. A world cleansed of that base weakness. A world that will forget the darkness of the past and step into the radiance of the sun. Many of us will die again. Some will succumb to the Hollowing. But as long as there is strength in the body I will destroy them. Every last one. Umbasa.
