Sorcerer-Battler

Bloodline of the inquisitor, With golden eyes and purple locks. We welcome you as our visitor, Newest heir to the name of Knox. Since you're here I'm sure you've seen the report, Six hundred pages in summary. An easy decision for Heaven's Court, To send you to end to her heresy. A shattered window, a glorious flight, Time seems stopped as you meet his stare. The rain falls down in the dead of night, And your sword now arcs through empty air. He won the battle, but not the war, The fifth game's trial begins at last. Blood spills onto the chapel's floor, Your crimson sword avenges the past. Your new rival proved to be no match,