Summoned into a realm in desperate straits as a hero, Thomas did what he did best.

He failed.

A thousand years flashed by before he found himself at the end of life itself, more dead than alive, a ringleader of an insidious scheme. But an unexpected incident sends him spiraling back to the start of it all. Back to when he was still stupid and naive, back to the beginning of the end.

With the screams of the ones he failed growing louder in his skull, the blood on his claws staining his soul— he finds himself not caring anymore. After all, what was the purpose of mortal regret to a lich?