I have visited home. Where it all began.
A cold, frigid and barren sight. Carcasses of car frames, a fallen bridge to remnants of what used to be. The past mixes with what it can only hope to call the present but you know why I was here.
Eliminating all that disturbs my path, I found Master Ives killer. (Unless it was the work of many.) Feeling justified, he left me one last monument of his great work. The Thunderlord. It's finally in my possession. I'm shocked with excitement to have such a beautiful display of an exotic.