"455 days, huh?", he thought. A lone traveller going by the name of Hyperion wandered across a hellish tundra with the belief that he's doing good to the universe. With the spirit of a martyr, he was separated from people he started considering family. Desperately wanting to meet them again, he believes it's for the best that they stay apart.

In pursuit of beings that are called “Ultimatum”, Hyperion hopes to bring peace and hope by neutralizing those threats. On the trail of “Karma”, he was led towards this snow-covered world of mystique and wonder. With days as long as six months and nights just as long, it perfectly mimics earth. The only difference is that this planet stopped spinning a long time ago.

"Karma, she's a massive problem. Her refusing to back down from carrying out what she deems just simply hurts others. Why won't she recognize that?"

Finally reaching one of the seas the planet contains, he came across a massive tower trapped beneath ice. Digging into it won't get him anywhere. Though he did like descovering relics of the past, he still had to focus on the objective ahead. His travelling companions, Selene and Cosmo, had gone quiet as they rested for a while. After the last incident, he can't help but feel guilty for not being able to protect them. Up ahead may be a foe far more terrifying than the last. While they are still asleep, he can bury them beneath snow and keep them hidden. Leaving behind two gemstones, he left behind his travel companions.

"Now they too should be safe," he thought. "I'm sorry for not upholding my promise, Cosmo! I'm sorry for betraying your trust, Selene!"

Also leaving behind his backpack of supplies supposed to keep the three of them healthy, he risked his own life to keep the two of them safe. With no care for his own life, he ran ahead and crossed the seas.

"That's the least I can do after the tragedy I've caused nearly two years ago! Dying here fighting for what's good is far better than living on without atonement!" His mind was guilt-ridden, full of doubt, and hatred for himself. It was within his nature to blame himself for things that he wasn't in control of. It was within his nature to hate himself. It was within his nature to doubt himself.

As he ran ahead without losing any of his stamina, he wished to push his body to its upper limits. His long black coat had golden linings with seven crucifixes attached to his collar. His hair was short, orderly, and white. His earrings were golden with black inscriptions of a language long forgotten. Wearing a golden belt with those white cargo pants of his, he tried to add in contrasts that fit to his coat. His gray steel-plated boots had a built in switchblade that would retract and extend outwards on command. His thin white gloves had blue rings on them signifying a friend he'd love to go back to but cannot do so yet. To his hip was one black chain. Attached to this chain was one strange key and several glass orbs full of something golden.

Up ahead was one foe standing atop a mountain of black crystals. He likely stands no chance within that mental state of his, but alas, it's within his nature to kill himself.

"I hope Saint Hyperion ends here..."