When the gods descended from heaven, it was not as the ancient books taught us. They did not come with glory, but with fury. Humanity had already destroyed most of the planet, but they came to finish what we had started. They turned us into their toys, immortal only to suffer eternally. Every day we were revived, only to experience new forms of torment. The sun never set, frozen in a scorching sky, while the gods walked among us, laughing at our pain. Some prayed that they would kill us once and for all, but the gods no longer listened to prayers.

Among the remains of humanity that now serve only as glorified farms of immortal toys stood Bogdan, eyes devoid of all hope watching the waters red as blood, wishing for his end