Blade stands before you. The sun is setting on the planet you have settled down on. The oranges and pinks splash the sky with color. The winds carrying a sweet smell of the fruit trees in bloom along with the distinct smell of blood and steel. The familiar scent that always follows you. Once it graces your senses you know the time you have left on this planet has come to an end.

Blade grips you by the collar as he has you pinned to the wall of the small cottage you had commandeered.