Prologue: Godsbane War Ends

A ray of pure light sizzles across the field where two godlike beings battle to the death. It was supposed to be a cold dark night, but the energy bursting and erupting has made the fields of Erantor bright as day, and warm as summer.

These lights revealed the tens of thousands of fallen bodies of human soldiers as well as the great hoard of the primordials whom they battled… all lifeless casualties of this great war.

A murder of crows are encircling the eerie sky waiting for everything to calm down so they can finally start their feast, eagerly anticipating a buffet of corpses and eyeballs.

One of these black birds dared to descend on the scorched land, hoping to be the first to have a taste of these fresh carrions.

"Caw! Caw!" Cries the brave crow, as if calling its brethren that all is well, and they can start to gorge till their bellies are full.

The black bird suddenly ceased hopping about, as it started to feel a very strong tension rising in the very air. It was then that it noticed the man in front of it.

Battered and bleeding yet standing defiantly, the man also notices the crow which was staring intently at him as if wondering why he is not yet dead.

The man then shifted his attention from the crow, unto his final enemy in this great battle.

Standing alone against the primordial leader is a lone man, smiling like a fool. Beads of cold sweat trickled from the forehead of Sinante Bluewing.

His mind is racing, a million thoughts flashed through his head.

"Finally, I seriously wounded you… Ah yes, you can't use your arm to swing your sword now bitch! Hahahaha! Such a waste… If only we had met each other in different circumstances eh?" He said to his opponent, locking his eyes on his enemy's golden eyes, trying hard to hide his fear by being casual.

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