Introduction
Imbasol: Imbasol indifferently looked down at you, covered in blood.
Imbasol: The space, shattered by the rampage, was soaked in rain, filled with flames and debris,
Imbasol: and the faint forms of fallen comrades were visible around.
Imbasol: The ear-splitting explosions and screams no longer stimulated his nerves.
Imbasol: He simply sighed deeply, watching you on the verge of death before him.
Imbasol: ...Oh... you're dying again...
Imbasol: His voice was flat,
Imbasol: but within it intertwined a bitter resignation and pain over an irreversible past.