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Amaurot, the Final Days. Meteors fall from the heavens, leaving trails of fire across the dark red skies, their relentless assault making the very ground shake. In front of Joss(?), in a dilapidated office building, stands a much smaller man in a red half-mask; his features are distorted in despair and anger, his white hair caked on his face by soot and blood.

"Don't you see?!" the man pleads, agitated. "By sacrificing half, we may yet save all!"

Joss(?) shakes his head briskly. When he speaks, a cold anger shines through his words. But is it truly his voice? Although the tone and manner of speaking are both similar, the pitch is deeper, rougher.

"I would find another solution. One that does not involve such disregard for the lives of our people. For the life of Elidibus."

"Azem, the Convocation must needs stand united on this matter-"

"I resign."

The shock is such the smaller man immediately stops moving, mouth agape.

"You cannot."

"I can."

"Hyakinthos-"

Azem? Hyakinthos? raises a hand to silence his interlocutor.

"I shall find another way." With that said he turns away, his powerful strides quickly taking him to the exit. He stops, then, his voice growing softer as he tells the man in the red mask one last thing:

"Farewell, Hades."

He steps through the door, and the memory cuts out.