Zasalamel

This is it, he thought. This power will put an end to my cursed life once and for all! Zasalamel felt certain of it as he stood before the opposing swords' rushes of power. At last, he would be able to escape this endless cursed cycle of reincarnation. But just then, a wonderous vision appeared before him; towering structures that seemed to reach as high as heaven itself and steel boats that flew freely through the skies. The birth of a plan for leaving Earth and striking moonward, then the achievement of that goal. And the creation of new life, the province of the gods themselves! He was witnessing the future the sum of all human potential. To Zasalamel, it was a revelation. For the first time in ages, the will to live swelled inside him. He had to be there when that vision became a reality! He had to see it happen! After returning to the real world, Zasalamel noticed the auras of the spirit sword and cursed sword were at a dreadful pitch. "Perfect," he thought. His close encounter with the two swords' natures meant that surely next time, he would be able to bend Soul Calibur and Soul Edge to his will. Yet someone stood between him and that goal; a man of tremendous strength and will who had slept deep within the spirit sword, and was now awakened. The Hero King. To think that this legendary figure actually existed.... "Fascinating," thought Zasalamel. Such an mighty being was a worthy foe to stand between him and his ambition. If the path he walked stretched to the ends of eternity, then he would build his life to come atop this Hero King's broken remains.