A sinister force threatened to destroy all that the guardians of the World Soul had striven to protect. Dedry would not have it. For justice, for duty, for his departed comrades, and for the all-too fragile World Soul that had been entrusted to him, he could not fail. The emotions he thought dead suddenly surged within him, gushing out in a torrent of rage. Dedry stood before the evil interloper, his will unwavering. He would not allow everything to have been for naught.