We stand at the turning of the ages. The world grows cold and dark and metallic. In such times people need a light to guide them. Polaris is my light. And I am her light to the people of this world. I am her light of guidance, here to lead the ordinary people of my nation onward to victory. I am her light of judgment, here to burn away the metal plague, the Corruption that scars our land and consumes our souls. I am her light of hope, the chosen one to usher in a new age of hope and peace forever beneath her brilliance. And I am not alone. Together with my partner, teachers, friends, we are the like the stars. We shine in the darkness, reflecting the perfect light of Polaris for all the world to see. But the light is already fading. The time is now. We must make one perfect strike into the heart of evil. It must be perfect. A crack is all it takes for the rust to worm its way in. A whisper of doubt is all it takes to lose your mind. A wrong step is all it takes for her to take control of you. So I will be perfect. We will walk through the final trial and prevail over the darkness. Or else... No. It's not even worth considering what might happen if anything were to go wrong. Why, the whole world would fall apart. How could anyone live with that?