A valiant young warrior rose from the ranks of men. At eighteen, he had slain over thirty Demonic lieutenants. In the Battle for Nightingale River, 2136, he was fighting for his life, all of his men slain. His shield was cracked and his sword was notched. As he was about to give his last push, his foot caught on a rock and he went sprawling. The amassed demons laughed gutturally, then cringed. A light was shining in the darkness.

Mars groped for whatever it was he'd uncovered and the Shard of God sunk into his flesh.

Screams of pain suddenly became howls of rage and fear as the young champion began slaughtering demons by the dozens with great strokes of his longsword. The valley reverberated with the sound of his shield smashing bones and crushing skulls. Soon, the day was won.