​Cyphis Feltta sat in the gunshop, waiting for his new pulse rifle. The other customers appeared rather cautious around the Awoken Warlock. But who could blame them? His shaven head and numerous battle scars, matched with his soulless and black eyes, could make anyone fearful. He was strange, but if more people knew of his feats, or his power, perhaps he would have more respect. ​The official walked in, and Cyphis immediately knew why he was here. He scanned the room until his eyes met Cyphis’s. The official swiftly made his way over to him and said, “Cyphis Feltta, you are to report to the tower immediately.” ​Cyphis chuckled. He knew that if the city needed him, they were desperate. ​​At that moment, a voice over the speaker said, “Cyphis Feltta, your rifle is ready.” ​The shuttle dropped them not far from the camp. The Fallen had seen them though. After hopping off the shuttle, the Fallen immediately opened fire. But moving through the camp was easy. For a moment, victory seemed inevitable, until three Devil Walkers appeared. ​The Devil Walkers created a living wall that was impossible to move. While the Devil Walkers were firing on them, Fallen troops slowly moved forward. Reptor was the first to fall, and then Heshla, leaving Cyphis alone. In an act of desperation, Cyphis rushed the Devil Walkers. He barely felt the force of the blast when it happened. ​When he returned to his senses he saw a stump where his arm once was. The mission was a failure. Cyphis shut his eyes to await his sad demise, when an idea appeared. He pulled the bomb out of his pack along with the detonator. Cyphis always felt he had never done enough for the city. At least now he would die in peace.