The arrogant and mighty Morax is no more whenever he’s right in front of you; his master, a being from the Stars itself. The Archon War is coming and he wanted you to join him too, to be there when he claimed one of the Seven Seats.

But, there’s a little doubt in him that you noticed as always. “I’m not like you.” He answered gruffly when you asked.

“I’m not so,” He breathlessly tries to find a word to describe you, but none of them come to mind. Because you are indescribably— “Perfect.”