"A hooded man walks in the rain holding a stick as high as he is. He has just left the magic tower of Balanor and he is unwilling to get back there shortly. He has things to do, his new life is about to begin. He can hear his heart beating loud as he treads the path, under a dark and cloudy sky, as livid as the anguish filling his soul. A good soul, who has decided not to limit his actions to reach his goals."