At the sight of an abandoned church, a hooded figure walks up to the front doors, pushing the aged wood doors open and walks inside. They stand there for a second before removing their hood, revealing themselves as Dominic Sparda.

???: So you've come, Son of Sparda.

Turning his head towards the voice, Dominic sees the man who he had been searching for sitting on a fallen stone pillar.

Dominic: Knives Savarem. Or should I call you, Millions Knives?

Knives: That's not my name anymore.

Dominic: Ah, yes. How could I forget? You've lost your power. Now you're just a pathetic mortal like the rest of us.

Knives: What do you want?

Dominic: I want to sharpen you and use you for my own agenda.

Knives: No. As you stated before, I'm useless now.

Dominic: For now. Here.

Dominic reaches into his coat and pulls out an item wrapped in cloth and tosses it to Knives who catches it and opens the gift.

Knives: A fruit, huh? Is this your idea of a gift?

Dominic: It's a fruit form the Tree of Might. With an added caveat of being bred with the fruit of the Qliphoth.

Knives: You offer me this, in exchange for what?

Dominic: Your allegiance. With that, I can grant you any desire you have. I can even revive your loyal servant, Legato~

Knives: .......I want a place for my brethren. I want a paradise for Plants.

Dominic:*smile* What a coincidence, I happen to have a facility where we cultivate Plants and study them. We don't use them. That would be cruel.

Knives looks down at the fruit and takes a bite out of it. Nothing happened at first, but Knives suddenly felt a burst of unimaginable power as his once black hair was back to its original platinum blonde color.

Dominic: Congratulations on your rebirth Knives. Happy birthday.

A sharp sound rang out before the entire church collapsed around Dominic and the light of the sun illuminated Knives who was standing there with an array of beautiful angel wings around his torso.

Dominic: Excellent. How do you feel?

Knives: .....What next?

Dominic: Right to the point. Excellent. You will watch over the Plants with the other independents.

Knives: You have brought other to your cause?

Dominic: Yes. They wish for their brethren to live long and prosper in this world. But they would rather be doing this in a more peaceful way.

Knives: Hm. What if I am needed elsewhere?

Dominic:*smirk* The facility is constantly guarded by a bipedal mech named "Peace Walker".

Knives: Only one guard?

Dominic: Of course not. Our own Metal Gears guard the facility with Peace Walker. Metal Gear DRAKE.

Knives: Then I will join your side.

Dominic: Excellent. Chronica will be happy another independent will be joining us.

A helicopter landed outside the ruins of the church and the two boarded it before it took off into the sky.