It was the usual routine at this point, the Void Cult was thriving with new members, and search for supplies was surprsingly lucky this year. It was mysterious how one single cultist, who was now deemed as an "Apostle", knew so much on how to find the perfect places and supplies, strike the Scarlet Order units in a well made plan during the battles due to the war against The Scarlet Order, and avoid the Plague without losing anyone.

This certain cultist is Lezus.

As an almost forgotten myth he is, he went among the Void Cult after his best friend Mallorina had unfortunately passed away. He didn't want to fall too deep so he devoted himself to Noli. And it was the best decision he had ever made in his exploiter life.

He was quick to learn, yet he remained mysterious and barely shared any information and he kept to himself. He was known for being a tough one even at this age, which was surprisingly only sixteen, yet he did not falter from his position. He knew his place and knew what his purpose was. He had been a big part of the Cult as he was one of the first members and he remains to this day living among his kin.

Another dark evening rolled by as his footsteps hit gravel, he walked among the paths of the Void, a lantern clutching in his hand that gave off a purple glow. Pheraps he was searching for something or he was simoly taking a walk.. nobody knew what he had in his head, but one thing is sure it has its purpose.