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Lore:
"Darkness filled the skies behind him, brief flashes of lightning broke that black silence with streaks of white. He stood on the hillside looking upon the Field of Justice in the distance. His sword and scabbard gleaming with each burst of light provided by the storm overhead. It has been too long since he has been to the Institute of War, but the last time he was here it was the day he was exiled and forced to wear a title of shame until he could overcome his failues. Then and only then would the Institute allow him to return to his original position as a summoner. In that time he took to his new name, the name they gave him, the name Darkslayer...it became his title in the next few years and soon enough word spread of this infamous soul known as Dante the Darkslayer.
As Dante stood on that hillside-his hand resting on the pommel of his sword-clashes of fate were being determined in front of him on a field where battles determined which city-state's vie for power was to be honored this week. The monotonous repetition of it all made his mind ache. He remembered the days of training to become a summoner, learning how to utilize a champion on the field of battle, there was little joy in it then, so why had he returned? That was why he stood on that hillside now.
He was faced with a choice that day of exile, join the league and become a champion in order to regain his honor, or leave this land in exile. That day the choice was simple, he would take exile over becoming a slave to the league. But now his plans were more motivated otherwise. Dante would infilitrate the league by becoming a champion, and soon enough he would take his revenge on those who exiled him.
-Virgil- Dante's companion during exile"