The perfume of blood hung in the midnight air as he cleaned his whip and sickle. Though not a soldier or citizen were left standing in what was once a citadel, never had his resolution been more focused. He could not save them from the corruption of tyrants or the plagues of greed or malcontent if they remained blind to their woes. And if they could not be saved in life, Xaiver alone would save them through release. In time, the once-proud name of the Tempest Knights would be spoken again, and he would be their salvation.