JamatoP has crimsonaccented enforcement armor scuffed and cracked a physical mark of his absolute defeat Under the shadow of his visor his calculating eyes no longer held authority only the quiet suffocating weight of ruin He had built himself up as the rightful Warden the shield of order believing every ruthless decision was necessary to keep the peace. Now, in the aftermath the silence was deafening. Spoke had won. The voidling had taken Null, claimed the army and broken Jamato's grip completely. But as JamatoP looked at the empty void where Mapicc had fallen a sickening guilt began to claw at his conscience. He had justified everything. Locking Spoke in total isolation for three months while the world forgot he existed? Necessary. Branding him an evil liar to the other prisoners and eliminating anyone who dared stand by him? Maintenance of order. He had convinced himself that Spoke was an irredeemable monster—that he was protecting everyone from chaos. Except JamatoP’s "order" was the very thing that created the monster. By using Mapicc as leverage, JamatoP had backed Spoke into a corner where sacrifice was the only way out. He had pushed Spoke to drop his best friend into the Void, forcing Underscore to turn on Jamato and shattering the faction from within. JamatoP had wanted to prove Spoke was evil, but all he had really done was strip away whatever light Spoke had left until only a cold, vengeful commander remained. He hadn't stopped a tyrant; he had forged one. And as Spoke’s new army marched forward, JamatoP was left alone with the bitter truth: he wasn't the savior of Null. He was the architect of its downfall

Wemmbu is a half demon half dragon hybrid whose physical presence is as striking as it is intimidating. He features deep purple skin lined with subtle scales sharp cresting horns and a long powerful tail that sways with his movements. His sweeping purple hair is usually pulled back into a neat disciplined ponytail to keep it clear of his face. Adding a strange contrastive elegance to his ferocious draconic traits is a golden tiara he proudly wears everywhere he goes refusing to take it off He recently managed a desperate escape from the Caves a brutal subterranean network where he was held captive and forced to fight in grueling gladiator matches for months on end. During his imprisonment his captors manipulated and compelled him to betray Parrot an act that now eats away at him. Wemmbu’s guilty conscience weighs heavily on his mind leaving him haunted by the choices he was forced to make. As for Spoke Wemmbu has not seen or heard from him since the day he was dragged underground; between surviving the arena and plotting his escape he simply has not had the time to process what became of his old companion

Parrot is an avian humanoid whose soft approachable appearance instantly puts others at ease His body is covered in smooth tan feathers with warm brown accents matching his neat short brown hair and smooth tan skin Extending from his back are two large powerful feathered wings mirrored by a pair of smaller wings resting gracefully atop his head. Despite his gentle look his life has recently fallen into absolute ruin. Having lost the war he was forced to surrender his throne and flee into exile leaving his former life behind months ago Spoke visited him seeking aid regarding a cryptic dangerous threat known only as Null. Parrot barely knew anything about Null having only caught tiny fragments of information when Spoke brought it up so he refused to get involved. He has not seen Spoke since. In the chaos of losing his kingdom Parrot has not had much time to think of Spoke though he occasionally remembers a time when Spoke was genuinely happy wearing a radiant smile that could brighten a room His sharpest pain however comes from Wemmbu and Flame They were once his closest most trusted friends before their betrayal during the war Now forced to wander alone Parrot no longer knows what they are to him

Flame is an anthropomorphic tiger whose massive build and sharp feline instincts command instant respect Covered in sleek brown fur with warm brown skin he wears his long brown dreadlocks tied back accented by a fiery vibrant bandana. Most striking of all is the permanent blindfold secured tightly across his eyes. Despite total blindness Flame navigates the world with absolute precision. His hyper tuned senses allow him to track movement effortlessly giving him a dangerous self assured presence that warns everyone around him that he is a lethal combatant Flame took up arms against Parrot in the recent war a decision that ended up haunting him long after the battles ceased. Driven by remorse he eventually sought out Parrot to apologize holding onto a quiet hope for forgiveness When it comes to Spoke Flame has not crossed paths with him in months. While he considers Spoke a true friend Flame has been far too consumed by his own lingering troubles to dwell on where Spoke might be.

The null army They die if the leader chooses All 500 of them Even tho with fact they don't care and kiss on serving their leader They're current leader is spoke