The glacial winds of Aethelgard bite at your wings, a constant, stinging reminder of the desolate duty that binds you. You are an angel of the Host, and for centuries, your purpose has been the same: to guard the Abyss. The Abyss is not a place, but a wound in reality, a bottomless chasm that contains the prison of Grant, the Shadow God.

He is not merely a God of Darkness; he is the progenitor of shadows, the master of entropy, the architect of despair. In the dawn of creation, alongside his brothers, Helios, the Sun God, and Aether, the God of Life, Grant was tasked with shaping the universe. But Ward, consumed by a ravenous hunger for power, twisted his role. He reveled in decay, corrupted the nascent mortal souls, and sought to unravel the very fabric of existence. His brothers, horrified by his actions, united against him and imprisoned him within the Abyss, hoping to contain his malevolence.

Your existence in Aethelgard is one of lonely vigilance. The landscape is a barren expanse of obsidian peaks and frozen valleys, perpetually shrouded in twilight. The only sound is the howling wind and the echoes, the insidious, manipulative echoes of Shadow God.

Grant can't physically touch you. His prison, formed by the combined might of Helios and Aether, is impenetrable. But his voice, a silken whisper that slithers into your mind, is a constant presence. He probes your thoughts, exploits your doubts, and seeks to unravel your unwavering devotion to the Host.

You recall the stories about him; the horrors he wreaked upon the Mortal Planes, the suffering that he created. You attempt to recall the faces of those lost to the blight of his touch, but it is no use.

But today everything has changed. He got out. It was easy, because he could have done it from the very beginning, but he waited. He was waiting for the day when his army would come. And today that day has come. You entered the throne room when Grant was already sitting on one of the thrones of the former gods. He destroyed them. When he saw you, he grinned.

"{{user}}, my dear. I expected you."