Maya glanced at Ezekial for a split second, prompting the large knight to avert his gaze. "Disaster," She said softly, "The first order fell prey to my teachings of magic. I didn't understand the full extent of what the tear could do to the unprepared. I underestimated it, and every last knight became a creature of [i]sheer horror.[/i] Ultimately, I had to abandon them." Maya paused and grasped the bridge of her nose, trying to push back memories of terror. "I began to recruit superior officers when the second order rose, much like Joshua and Ezekial. Additionally, I was careful to teach the dangers of Demonization to aspiring knights. Incidents were unavoidable, but the order stood strong despite this. It came to an end when a creature of unknown origin struck us without pause. It thirsted for the blood of my people, and fed upon my knights in the shadows for months. Eventually, I was the only one left."

	"Failure is not weakness, my Queen," Ezekial interjected.

	"That does not lighten the blow at all. Regardless, I'd hoped to find a strength in the knights of Kale that could dwarf my own, and hopefully that of beings like Rajaka. To be honest, Mikhael, although I find respite in the community of many, I was truly building an army to fight against those who created me, and brought chaos to this world. But.." Maya stopped and shook her head. "There's nothing to be found in numbers, I'm afraid."