All Azzimus had ever wanted was to be a Knight.

The odds were even in his favour; his siblings had all awakened civilian classes. The odds were one in five for a combat-class. It was basically guaranteed!

And then he got it. Oh boy did he get it.

It was just a shame about the planet-conquering beasts that were attracted to good classes like hyenas might favour fresh meat.

But then, wasn't that the point?

Who said humanity had to remain behind their walls every night? Who gave up and let their fear rule over their freedom?

Azzimus certainly hadn't.