Under the thumb of a brutal dictatorship, a small, but proud, nation eagerly awaits deliverance. Its prophets have predicted the arrival of a savior, the Messiah, and twelve men think they have found him. The entire country now gathers at the capital city to celebrate its most ancient national holiday. All eyes turn to this charismatic teacher from the North, and his followers become excited in anticipation. With this week hold their hour of deliverance? But what does that week so long ago have to do with us? What can we learn from the well-known story?

"I miss it. I miss her. Putting the suit on again... Daniel, I miss Karis, so much," I said quietly. "What gets me the most, though, what I finally just realized is that nothing is falling apart without me out there with you and the rest of the team. Was I really that disposable? Did all that hard work and all those sleepless nights really mean nothing if no one notices that I'm even gone? Why hasn't the NCFA begged me to suit back up and save the world? I'm supposed to be indispensable. I put in so much time, and effort, and blood, sweat, and tears. I should be indispensable. Why am I not?"