Among hnells, the Wayfarer walks, tightly gripping bis sword. Fe never stops even though be cannot see past bis helmet. We can feel it in his guts: he is getting close to something. bears the tolls growing louder; vibrations ripple through bis body with each one of them. Mis once dsownhearted footsteps have now turned into a hopeful march, Waving been witness to the ever-changing nature of the Purgatory. he is now sure that. unlike before. he ts about to reach a place of significance.