Wanderer: Slaughter

They traveled along both banks of the river of time, keeping ignorant watch over one side.

In a world of gloom and endless night, they lived by the creed of slaughter. Hated by the gods, they wandered eternally.

These drifters were given the title of wayfarers. Born in darkness, they pursued the light...

The age of the gods would eventually come to an end, and a new age was raising its curtain.

Beneath the moon, shadows swayed among the trees. The girl lifted her chin and gazed at the heavens, murmuring softly, “Gods, are you still there?”