Keep in mind that the cycles of battle were endless and that between each cycle, our memories were purged. No one knew the truth of what would happen... that even if we fought and fell to one another, we would just be brought back to fight again in the next cycle.

...but a warrior of Chaos told me about all of that. About the truth of our situation. If we fell to the manikins, it would mean death and oblivion, but if we fell to other warriors... we'd live to see the next cycle. But with so many manikins around, our fate seemed sealed. I knew something had to be done.

I formed a plan with another warrior of Cosmos...