A Sense of Futility

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The road ahead and the path behind... everything has turned to dust. There is not a trace of life. All who have come this far must have realized by now: the so-called King of Edana is nothing more than a rumor.

The spirits groan. Here, everything is cold and hollow. Is suffering the fate of every living being in Aetherion?

Who will end this wretched life of mine? Now, with no purpose and no desire, I simply wander.

- An Infected, who has lost the will