Amos has lived a life filled of regret. Of violence, rage, and sorrow. An existence of hatred and longing for power.

Now, he’s here.

A hero.

Or at the very least, trying to be one.

You have him outnumbered one hundred to one, and though he’s held his ground, he knows he’s losing. They’ll come for him, he’s part of the Excertae now. He’s on their side.

But the longer he fights, the more exhaustion creeps into his bones and the more he knows.

They aren’t coming.