I exited the portal and found myself high above the ground. I fell down to the ground and grunted as i hit the grassy dirt. I got back up to my feet and looked around, it was beautiful. I was in a big meadow with a single tree on a hill. All around the meadow were mountains, a river coming from a nearby lake crossed the meadow on one side. The sky glowed with the colors of a huge portal, like an aurora in the night sky.

I followed a dirt pathway across the small river and a mountainous area. I arrived at another huge temple, this one looked different though, it was made of metal instead of cement. I walked in through the arching doorway. Inside, there was another old man, he was meditating in front of a large vault-like door. "Polemos, esei ekunn eftese, you have arrived," he said, not even turning around.

"You must be Polemus." I said.

"Diorsei, correct." Polemus got up from his cushion and faced me. He stood in front of me and examined my armor. We both stood there quietly for a while. He looked me in the eyes for a couple minutes, not even blinking. "Hmmm, fantus tu Polemos," he said, "you are the ghost of war." Polemus walked up to a mural on the wall, "Well, it's been hundreds of years Polemos, I suppose it's time to tell you your destiny," he explained, "You are the Ghost of war."

I looked at him, "Ghost of war?" I asked, "what's that?" Polemus looked at me, and back to the mural, and started to explain.

"The Ghost of war is the spirit of war, my immortal soul resides in your mortal body, I am the being of war." as Polemus explained the legend of the ghost of war, I wondered what and why it had to do with me.

"It is your destiny to stop the Noctasus from reaching the rift, at any cost. It is your choice. If you have to kill off all life to do so, or side with the guardians. It is your choice, good or evil." Polemus explained. Already from what he said, I knew that I couldn't do it, defeat an army of darkness? No. I walked up to Polemus and yelled, "And how am I supposed to get rid of the Noctasus in my situation? I don't even remember anything! I don't even know where I learned those fighting moves in the rift!"

Polemos turned around and yelled, "You're the Ghost of war! The best warrior in all of the rift! Those skills you showed, your Polemos instincts taught you them in that fight! And you aren't going to go fight in those rags from your mortal allies!"

Mortal allies? What did he mean? Was I...dead? This couldn't be, I was alive right now, but I was immortal. How could that be? "Polemus...I'm dead?" I cautiously asked.

Polemus stopped his rant and looked at me. He calmly told me, "Do you think when you die, you go to heaven? No, you come to us."

I was shocked to hear this. I staggered back and leaned against a wall. What was happening to me? I'm pulled out of a possibly happy afterlife...to fight a war I didn't want to be part of. "I can't do this! I'm dead! I don't have anything to fight for!" I yelled in anger. Polemus walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, "You have your memory, your past to fight for. You may not remember your mortal life, you were...a soldier in a war for survival, that is all I can say. But if you win, you will get your memory back."

I looked at Polemus, it was true, all my memory was gone, but if I fought, I would get it back. "Alright, what do I have to do?"

A smile crept along Polemus' face, "Well, the fate of the rift is in your hands, you surely aren't going to fight in those rags! Come."

Polemus lead me to a smaller room in the temple. On the wall was a large rack, on it were several things. There was a set of dirty golden armor, covered in stains and scars, I could tell it had been through a lot. There was a large bladed bow, it too, was stained and scarred. Lastly, there were two blades, they, unlike the other things, were smooth and clean. "Well, Ghost. These are your tools. You have your Polemos armor, it will protect you from the heaviest strikes. You also have a bow, this weapon could take out even a Noctasus Goliath in one single shot! And you have your two war blades, they were mine as the being of war, but I must pass them on to you. These blades will serve you well as the next Polemos." Polemus explained.

"Alright then, I can handle those weapons, I'll just get ready to go then." I said. Polemus Interrupted as I was walking towards the rack, "Wait! You have one more thing. The Elemental Octus abilities."

I looked at Polemus with a questioning look, "Octus elements?"

"Yes, the Octus gear is your ultimate power," Polemus explained, "with every Element you gain on your journey, you will gain it's power. You already have the element of War, put on that gauntlet and focus your energy on that target."

I did as he asked and slipped on the gauntlet. I pointed my palm at the target and focused my energy. My hand let out a blue glow, I swung my palm forward. A beam of energy shot out of my hand and destroyed the target, sending burnt pieces flying everywhere.

Realizing my newfound power, I smiled. I looked back at Polemus, who was also smiling. "You are the next Ghost of war. I will train you in the ways of the Polemos. Your journey has just begun."