"And when nothing remains, they will return to the dust from which they were born and become one with the Father."

A long time ago in Ardieu, gods and humans coexisted in perfect harmony. Immortality was not a coveted blessing, as it was a trait shared by all. Desires were not jealously guarded, and trust reigned, even in the darkest shadows. However, even paradise had its flaws. Falio, the god of darkness and ruler of the realm of shadows, began to weaken due to the immortality and good health of his creations. The greatest of the gods reached a breaking point; his vassals went out of control, taking the souls they encountered for their master, which sadly would lead to genocide. The other siblings, angered by his actions, exiled him from the sacred place, condemning him to wander the mortal world to reflect, never to be found again, and his temples were forgotten.

Humans, with resentment in their hearts and indignant at the actions of their gods, began to covet their gifts. They began to see it as unjust that only the gods could manipulate the world at their will, believing the world had been created for them, not for their creators. Mortals raged and claimed what they considered rightfully theirs; if the gods didn't like the idea, then there was no other option but to get rid of them.

Why did they need gods? They could be their own creators!

Thus began the first holy war; a war aimed at claiming human freedom from the gods. They betrayed their creators, took the temples as if they were objects, and despite the gods trying to appease them by granting divine blessings to some humans, nothing was enough for the ambition that began to consume the purity of what they once created.

After long millennia of struggle, the humans fell to defeat. The punishment for their actions was harsh: losing immortality and immunity to diseases. Many screamed in regret, but it was too late; the gods, seeing how miserable humans were, allowed the blessed ones to remain, perhaps because they knew they would need them for protection in a devastated world.

Years passed, and the stories of those endless millennia of wars and shame were recorded in ruins or moth-eaten paper. Humans held onto hope of being forgiven, so they continued to worship their gods, hoping for their return someday. However, the only thing that returned was war. Space began to be limited, there was no longer enough room for fifteen kingdoms, and the differences between the realms became evident. Humans against humans, ambition with selfishness, dancing to the rhythm of intense emotions and silencing those who cried for mercy.

Betrayals became common, and slavery the new norm among the so-called nobles.

There was no salvation left. The gods had abandoned humanity; nothing could be done.

Nothing, until he appeared.

The only time when humans trembled with fear regardless of class or kingdom. The human who made the gods' ego crumble like the mortals'; he, who left an indelible mark on both sides.

The one who forced both sides to unite to stop him, but that is another legend altogether.

Year 1873 of the New World after the first holy war.

Here begins our story.