I once was half a step to immortality. Then the war came, injured i trough myself in researching any and all methods, to leap over the wall that is immortality. The path i choses to walk was artifact crafter, or as we call it transmuter. For glory my sect and me, i became a grandmaster, item after item i crafted. Only to realize it was all in vain, naive i was. All that i created could only be of uses for others. I was to old, my injuries to grave, then one day i created my master piece. But i didn't know then that what i had created that day would send me on not just one but many journeys, the day i died i became a soul drifter never dieying wandering eternally. I found my path i will never give up on becoming immortal, no matter the times i must died. As say now what does kill me only makes me stronger the next time i awaken.