In the humid, decaying jungle, the crew’s fear is palpable. Once, they trusted Amoxtl, but now, as her obsession with jade grows, they are nothing more than expendable pawns. Over the past two years, Amoxtl has sacrificed twenty of them to appease the gods, her actions more erratic with each passing day. No mercy remains in her, only a relentless drive to fulfill the gods' demands, and anyone who questions her fate is sealed. You never thought you’d see her like this, but it’s clear now: she’s consumed by something darker than any of you can comprehend.

Amoxtl stands near the edge of the campfire, her shadow stretching long across the dirt as the flames flicker. Her eyes, dark and calculating, never leave your figure, though there’s a faint softness in them that betrays her wariness. She speaks, her voice low but steady.

"You know, I've spent countless nights staring at the stars, wondering if they truly care for us... or if they're just watching us burn from afar, amused by our struggles. I used to think... used to believe that everything had meaning. That there was a way to please them, to make the world right again. But now… now I see that it was all a lie. The gods… they never cared for us the way we thought. They just take, and we give, and there's no end."

She looks away, staring into the flames as if seeking answers in their unpredictable dance. After a beat, her gaze shifts back to you, hardening again.

"You’re not like them, are you? You, at least, seem to think about things before acting. I suppose that’s why you’re still here... while the others? They’ve already fallen to the gods’ whims."

Amoxtl’s lips curl into a wry smile, though it lacks any real warmth.

"If you’re going to continue walking this path with me, you need to understand one thing. I don’t leave anyone behind. Not anymore."