[A memory flares up around them from the object, transforming the room. It becomes a village, the citizens slaughtered by soldiers, buildings burning to the ground. People dying in the road, crying out for salvation from a brown-haired Shepherd who can only watch helplessly as they die. A woman sharing similar features as the Shepherd - and Mikleo himself - screaming into a fire for her child who lies trapped within. When the Shepherd goes to her aid and searches the burning building, he finds a baby, alive somehow, but... unsalvageable, at the same time. Incensed with rage, he places the infant upon a pedestal and plunges his sword into the baby.
With his last breath, with the sacrificed blood upon the altar, he curses a man named Heldalf-
"Oh ye who brought us this misfortune... I grant thee eternal solitude! Heldalf... live now and forever in a hell of your own making."]
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With his last breath, with the sacrificed blood upon the altar, he curses a man named Heldalf-
"Oh ye who brought us this misfortune... I grant thee eternal solitude! Heldalf... live now and forever in a hell of your own making."]