A Shadow Guard of the Yaoqing, Moze is taciturn and solitary, always acting on his own.
As an expert in intelligence services and other operations that must remain covert, Moze rarely shows himself before others. The moment he reveals his blade usually spells doom for his enemies.
He commands a vast wealth of assassination techniques, coupled with an extraordinary obsession for orderliness and cleanliness.

“Merciful of Sanctus Medicus… Now, listen to us. Swallow this — not only will your illness be cured, but you shall become no different to a long-life species… You shall live a long, long life…”
He tries to swallow the medicine, but does not dare inhale.

He has no idea how many more times he would have to endure this suffering. The thick liquid passed through his esophagus like he is swallowing needles. A powerful urge to vomit crushes his entire chest.
“Swallow it. Don't spit it out. This is medicine…”
His body is also echoing this sentiment: Swallow it, and you will never have to face the thread of wild beasts, never again will you fall into the gaping, bloody jaws of fear.
Swallow it, and your body shall no longer be powerless, never again will you have to stand by and watch your companions die.
Swallow it.

As his organs and flesh begin to consume the medicine, a strange power begins to course through him. He yearns to gasp for air, but the sensation of being devoured and torn that spreads from his abdomen down his limbs makes him feel suffocated.
“Endure it. Just like before… If you can just endure it…”
He can no longer make a sound. Only his body is conversing with him.
Endure it. He will then no longer be the orphan abandoned by his village in the wilderness.
Endure it. Then, every word he speaks will be answered, and he will no longer be alone.
Endure it.

“Moze? How do you feel?
“Very god. Seems like you withstood it once again.”
“Keep holding on. Don't be afraid. All of your ailments will be eliminated.”
“When that time comes… You can do whatever you please. Hunt the beasts of the wild, protect your companions, live a long and health life…“
“When your body is completely healed… you will obtain a whole life… you will become our true family.”
“When that time comes, we must carry on each other's wills.”

Who knew that one has to bear so much to finally find their family.
“It hurts…”
He can no longer take it. The sound of agony finds its way through the cracks in his gritted teeth. However, the person by his side simply says:
“Unity of Discipuli Medicus, the Immortality's true path. Pass this trial in safety, and victory would mean life.”
“The mercy of Sanctus Medicus.”

No one cares what he has to say, so he slowly grows accustomed to not talking.