To be sure, it was not the intention of this former pyrate to be swept up into a spiritual journey, but there was always this tugging, this draw to the mysterious void, found at The End.  Then it happened, I somehow found the gap, the space between. While transporting from The End, I was somehow swept into it.  For what seemed like days I was in a swirling peaceful purple bliss, where everything was in balance, everything in harmony.  Then from beyond the infinite a ‘voice’ spoke, but with out words, and I found my true purpose, my balance, my peace and harmony.

It was then that I decided to finish my church in my village and dedicate it to one of whom the Voice spoke, St. Ender. One for whom the Void did not just bring peace, but transformed spiritually and physically. You may guess what that transformation resulted in.

In any case, this explains the death of Ronin, and the birth of Ender, for death and life are both part of the circle of harmony and balance, and each would be lost and meaningless without the other, as is the case with most opposites.

I hope this group and this movement can help others and guide us all along our own path to the Void.