Tsav remembered the day the world ended. Or rather, he remembered the day the world ended for Necrus and Gwen Mohsa. It was the day Xylo Forbartz killed the goddess he was meant to serve. A goddess, who was supposed to be perfect, was dead. And for the sect, that reality was simply unacceptable. When their doctrine collapsed, so did their perceived world.
“This cannot be happening… It is unforgivable!” Necrus was furious, spewing curses. “Xylo Forbartz, you will pay for the sin of murdering our goddess!”
He was meant to pay with death. The sect assembled an elite group of assassins, including Tsav. No matter what was decided at Xylo’s trial, even if he was sentenced to death, they were to kill him while he was still locked up, before anyone else could. And in order to ensure their success, the number of assassins assigned to “cleanse” Xylo kept growing.
“We must atone for this mistake by erasing him with our own hands.”
Necrus, at least, believed that was the only way to save the world. They, the goddesses’ true followers, were the only ones who could wash away that man’s sins.
But all that was stolen from him when Xylo was sentenced to be a hero. It had left Necrus a hollow shell, adrift in a world he believed was already damned.