They say you can’t prepare for death until it casts a cold gaze on you, until it stretches out its bony fingers towards you and begins to scratch at your fragile mortality. I thought that on the day when my own mother tried to kill me, I was ready . Perhaps I have been ready since birth. But when, with an intermittent sigh and a weak heartbeat, I look into the chilling emptiness of death, I understand that this is not how everything should end. I was born for a purpose. And that purpose is the Legion. Now, as we fight the battle of our lives, a war that could destroy all of humanity, I see that purpose as clear as the ink on his skin. Worlds collide. Alliances are made. And my heart is breaking into two parts. I know the code of the Seven. “Kill one to save millions.” But maybe it’s not me who is destined to die. And the one I thought I would save... who once saved me, whom... I am destined to kill.