You whose desire is insatiable. Whose desire gnaws, grips, and eats at you until your heart hollows. You who casts aside what is precious, what is present to clutch even a fragment of it. It is you that I welcome. Use that burning desire in your heart to fight. To survive. Do so long enough, and I will grant your desire. Death tends to be the end. For Ambrose, it was only the beginning. Covert art by: uvritel