[Berserker's remastery of his own powers had been slow, but he had been exceptionally quiet about their utilization. He found a quiet place hidden from parts of the sanctum in a fracture of time, practicing his swordsmanship at the expense of the sands. Wherever he trained, the sands seemed to pile much differently, the force of his regained strength showing with each passing day.
When he returned to the lake, he had put his helm back on, his body now fully obscured as his ability to mask his identity had come back considerably more. Though, as he sat down the same way he had done on a daily basis, Berserker found himself impatient. Even a man resigned to his own suffering could get bored with his punishment. Standing up, he made his way towards the portal. He had yet to see it--what was beyond the sanctum, but... he wasn't exactly longing to remain ignorant of his future battlefield.]
Silverglen
When he returned to the lake, he had put his helm back on, his body now fully obscured as his ability to mask his identity had come back considerably more. Though, as he sat down the same way he had done on a daily basis, Berserker found himself impatient. Even a man resigned to his own suffering could get bored with his punishment. Standing up, he made his way towards the portal. He had yet to see it--what was beyond the sanctum, but... he wasn't exactly longing to remain ignorant of his future battlefield.]