The darkness closed around Karl again, opening his eyes coming to the realization that he had failed again. His knew something was  wrong with him someone or thing had placed him under a spell to relive his horrible failure over and over again. All he was able to do now was fight and die until the spell was broken. "Gods dammit why? What did I do to deserve this? I only wanted to help people and fight for the light...... but now, now I've only got one thing left to do, I will fight until I die. No matter how many times I die no matter how many times I fail, my rage and hatred for these bastards will keep me going until I can no longer stand and fight." Karl draws his swords for the umpteenth time. Looking around the room he had awoke in his kicks down the door and cuts down the first cultist in the street he finds. Slowly becoming a whirlwind of steel and death Karl fights his way through the streets of the city killing cultists, daemons, and undead. Karl knew he was fighting a battle he couldn't win but he fought on with eyes that where no longer their normal hazel color they had turned blood red, and instead of his normal compassionate look Karl's face had turned into one of rage and hate. His eyes locked with that of one of The Dead Gods generals, that of Krovah's. "Come on you whoreson. My blades sing out for your blood, come face your death for it will be swift and painless." Charging forward Karl lashes out against this darkness as the last beacon of Light in a world controlled by evil and no matter how many times he would die he would fight until he could no longer fight.