Chapter 1: Prologue
The broken remains of a lost world floated through the Void. Shattered temples and crumbling towers drifted silently, the only witnesses to the battle about to unfold.
On the largest fragment, a cracked island of stone, two figures stood facing each other beneath a dead sky.
The first figure, a tall yet sturdy man clad in battle-scarred silver armor, tightly gripped his sword, its crimson blade humming low with a thirst that had tasted the blood of gods. Yet, on closer view, one could detect that this figure was down, exhausted.
Opposite him stood a figure wrapped in blinding light, a god.
The glow around him was so bright that it blurred his form, but the weight of his presence was undeniable.
This was the end.
"You look tired, Defier," the godly figure said, his voice calm yet echoing like thunder. "You've fought long. You've lost everything. Surrender, and I will grant you a clean death."
The Defier spat blood onto the ground and gave a crooked grin.
"Funny," he rasped. "I thought gods were supposed to be merciful. Guess I was wrong."
He lifted his sword. Even the Void seemed to hold its breath.
"You were wrong about many things," the god replied, stepping forward. The ground seemed to crack under his feet.