An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Scorched, parched, and laid bare to their core, the forsaken walk alone. Whispers in the wind haunt their thoughts, memories of past conquests meld with foreboding omens. They learn life's horrors can be more frightening than death, yet they trudge onward, driven by a force unseen. Finally, bowed by surrender, every ounce of vigor given up, humbled and cast down to the soil that bore them. The mold is broken, egos reduced to ash. The sacrifice has been made.

Deliverance awaits.