
Androma was good at what she did. But so was Dex.
Besides, a prodigy could only outrun her master for so long.

Carnage stained the skies.

This was the man who'd bested her.
This was the man she'd have to kill today.

Dex had taught her well, and now he would pay.

But names no longer meant anything. On Lunamere, everyone became a number in the end.
Deep in the belly of hell incarnate Valen became 377.

She had always loved the stars. But tonight, she felt as if they were watching her, waiting for her to fail.

She was exhausted, both mentally and physically. It was an exhaustion Andi doubted sleep could fix.