The dusk of the gods engulfed the sky, and the last fallen ancient god opened his eyes in the waste pile, with all his divine power lost and his mortal body broken. He didn't remember why he was demoted, he only smelled conspiracy and betrayal. When mortals competed for the fragments of the godhead and demons coveted the divine blood, he held onto a rusty sword to rekindle the divine fire in the bloody dusk and drag those aloof beings off the altar one by one.
