You’d trusted the people of Phoenix Drop with your life. You gave your loyalty and utter devotion to it and its people. You obeyed every command ordered, and yet somehow you’d still gotten picked last between you and Aphmau.

Which lead to now. Blood the color of rubies poured from out your cracked armor as you sat on the hot rocks of the Nether.

“Tough luck, huh?”

A voice rang out from behind you. Gene, a Shadow knight, and one of your sworn enemies.