Orphaned not long after birth and reared by an ill-fated young couple among a group of vagabonds, he grew up fast and resourceful in the company of many sorts—eventually to become a curious, charming young solider, groomed neatly for the cause of expansion. Within such an environment, he only further shaped up polished, cunning, and with the bearing of aristocracy without the weight of its blood; in little time, his horizons expanded alongside his rank considerably. Eventually, he met and grew close to a particular comrade who had deep connections to the family he fought for. This friend became his advisor (and trusted agent of espionage), and together they helped win many battles. Success was Elazar's in many ways even beyond the battlefield, though to some, it still marked him a devil for all its price that he willingly paid.

Nevertheless, the young commander's life climbed to towering heights, and eventually fell all the same. In a last brutal charge, he was gravely wounded. It granted his warriors great victory, and significant gains to come afterward, but it would leave their bhairava to awaken somewhere unknown, alone, and distinctly aware that nothing was the same.