Without strength, Syndalio could not have protected that which he valued. Without righteousness, he could not have known what to protect. Syndalio's appreciation for the gifts he was given could not be put into words. Despite the countless battles, which the knight knew would continue to the day he died, he also believed that there was likely none more fulfilled than he. As his blade cleaved through the countless demon hordes, a single thought surfaced on his consciousness. "Thank you, Mother, for all your blessings."