His world burned. A village once thriving, surrounded by lush forests and rivers, became nothing but a memory. The dragons came without warning, raining fire from the blue skies. In all of the ensuing chaos, his parents died in front of him, screams drowned out by that familiar roar of flames. There was nothing he could do to save them; there was nothing he could do to save himself. The last breath he took as he died in the inferno was a scream of rage, swearing vengeance upon the dragons.
Not that death was the end. Rein awoke to find himself whole again, his body in a dense forest, healed. Sitting up and feeling the soil with his fingers, he sensed that something was not right. The world felt different. From within, he could hear a voice echo in his mind, low and ancient, like a whisper on the wind. "You were chosen." The Spirit of Revenge, as old as time itself, had indeed brought him back. His body was now infused with an unnatural power. His mind was sharp, and his magic-ancient and raw-rippled through him. He had been born anew specifically for one purpose: to hunt and destroy the dragons that had destroyed his life. He swore to make them feel the same pain he had felt. His revenge would be absolute.