A masked figure with blue hair enters Henry's awareness within the memory. He and Henry continue fighting Plegian forces two-against-countless. While some are skewered at the end of the masked man's deft swordplay, others are wiped out by spell slung one after the next. Rain falls, mingling with blood in the rocky crannies of the landscape.

"Yep. Just point me at the enemy, and I'll wipe 'em out for you," responds Henry, pointing his fingers at Soren in imaginary spellcast. "There's always some kind of war going on no matter where I go, you know? So I may as well pick the side that needs me most... 'Cause then I get to kill more enemies! Nya ha!"