Zaccar did not wait for an answer instead he pulled ahead of the others, only Mono in front of him. He carefully reached up and removed his helmet, revealing his face and placed the helmet on his belt, having a means of hook it on so it would not fall off. How he had gotten hear was a strange story indeed for he had been led by dreams, as he slept he saw this forgotten land and the temple of Dormin. He had not known how he had know its name but it just came to him in his dreams and it drove him to find it, in hopes of remembering who he was and getting rid of this curse that he was doomed with. He just hoped the others would never see the mark of the curse, and that it didn't spread and consume the rest of his sanity and ultimately be consumed by the curse.
As the road they past by a large structure, at least first it looked like a large structure. On closer inspection it had eyes, and a face. Was this one of the colossus, wasted away in time? If it was it had been deceased for quite some time, so it would seem this wasn't the first time someone had fought the colossi but how far did they get? Did the fail or succeed, and if they had succeeded why were there still more colossi to destroy? Looking at the colossus Zaccar couldn't help but feel some for of awe and respect about it. It was magnificent but in the end if he had to kill such beasts to beat his curse and regain his memories so be it.