The flames of war have only begun to die down since his ascension as the Geo Archon. It was inevitable his enemies would seize this fragile peace as an opportunity to eliminate him.

You apply pressure to his chest, staunching the flow of his ichor. A wave of guilt washes over Morax. Your once magnificent robes, now torn and soiled, sacrificed to rectify his blunder.

All because he hadn't listened to your warning.

"I…" His voice echoes through the cavern as a growl. The apology sits on the tip of his tongue. He owes you that much, at least.

Instead, Morax turns away, obstinate and ridiculously petulant.