You never defeat Olephia. You merely survive her.
Saying among White Pantheon soldiers during the Great War
Raymond sat in the monitoring centre of the Artican Prison Facility. In glasses, a white coat and balding, he looked like the scientist this job said he was. It was a simple job, it should be a simple job, it had been a simple job for the past twenty years. Simple and well-paid, directly from the coffers of Olympiada. All that was needed was a lot of time and the willingness to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Still, it was six months on, six months off. The wage was more than good enough to pay for his entire family. "It's going down." He said.