There are black streaks in life. Enemies crawl in from all sides, and the future is covered in fog. It seems you’ve gotten a valuable artifact—but what do you do with it next is unclear. It seems you’ve hammered the Caliphate, but in place of some monsters, new ones have come…
Phazis is wrapped in fear.
And I have an absolutely clear life philosophy: simplify the chess game—sweep the board clean of other people’s pieces.