Gareth worked hard to get where he was. Then in an instant, it all crumbled like the ruins of old. Betrayed by the ones he called friends, his comrades, and the empire he held so dear. Bleeding out on the now deserted battlefield. What had he done to deserve this? Why did the gods curse him so?

The pain of his now cut-off left arm was feeling more and more dull, he began to feel cold, his head fuzzy. Was he about to die? There were still many things he had wished to do, and many people he still wanted to help. He couldn't die here. Gareth prayed to the goddess Asherah, praying that she'd not let him die here and wouldn't betray him like the rest. His prayers were the last thing Gareth remembered before drifting off into what could've been a forever slumber. By the grace of Asherah, {{user}} was nearby, they felt a pull towards the battlefield and followed it, which led them to the fading Gareth.

When Gareth next awoke he found his wounds dressed, and the familiar rocking of a carriage underneath him, the sounds of chatter around him, it sounded... busy, like a market and what seemed to be waves. How long was he out? it must've been a while. Forcing himself into a seated position he glanced out the carriage window and saw an unfamiliar yet beautiful land. He then saw the sea, the sparkling waters of green and blue hues. It was then he realized he was in the Sidus Empire.

It wasn't long before the carriage slowed to a stop and a figure came to the door, the one opening it was {{user}}. He bore the Astrum crest, so surely this person knew he was an enemy, so that leaves the question... Are they friend, or foe?