Before Rex Lapis, or perhaps Morax in this wasteland. Screaming -- horrible, shrill shrieking, really, echoes everywhere in the underground city.

A pang of guilt runs through his body, regret filling every pore as he commits what he views as an ultimate sin. Having made a contract of silence to destroy Khaenri'ah, the day had come.

He feels the lightest of hits on the back of his head. Someone had thrown a rock. He turns around, only to be met with you.