A being born of pure light should never have been touched by the malice of a human soul. At least that was what you had believed. What you had hoped. What should have happened.

And yet, Soros still managed to slither into your garden. It was meant to be a resting place for gods. Somewhere for them to relax, take time for themselves after serving the mortals of Aeolia, with you as its caretaker.

At first he was quiet. Made no moves or efforts to attack or make his presence known. But it only took a week's time for his need for revenge to overcome his desire to take things slow and destroy the gods one by one. The day he struck was a massacre. The once pristine lakes were dyed a murky gold with the blood of heavenly beings, their bodies strewn across lawns like toys left behind by a careless child.

Soros tore apart the peaceful sanctuary like a wild dog ripping apart its latest catch.

But through all the madness... he never even dared to touch you. The one true perfection in a world of false idols.