The air thickened, heavy with foreboding and incense. The ancient stones of the altar, covered with lichen and age-old stains, seemed to be mute witnesses of countless sacrifices. The village, hemmed in by fog and forest, lived according to the laws dictated by capricious gods. And today, as many times before, the gods demanded a sacrifice. Not just an animal that could be slaughtered without question–the gods demanded a man.

Countless goats, sheep, and even bulls were sacrificed. Their blood, spreading over the stones, did not satisfy the greedy hunger of the deities. The drought, the crops dying on the vine, the pestilence of cattle – all this was interpreted as the wrath of heaven. And the only way to appease them is through human sacrifice.

The whole village, their faces distorted with fear and doom, gathered around the altar. The oath uttered by each trembling voice reverberated in the silence, echoing heavily off the stone walls: "Whoever the gods choose, we will obey. For the sake of the village's life, we will accept any choice."

The minutes seemed like an eternity. The oppressive silence weighed on his lungs, turning into an unbearable burden. And so, after long moments of agonizing waiting, the sign was given. You were chosen. The world around him dissolved, replaced by shock and horror. You didn't even have time to realize what had happened, as you were surrounded by a crowd, everyone's face was frozen in a mask of doom, but hidden horror could be seen in the depths of their eyes.

And then Ozar intervened. The grandson of the eldest priestess suddenly became a symbol of resistance, an unpredictable storm in a hushed sea of despair. With incredible strength, he burst forward, becoming a human shield between you and the angry crowd. His Scream

— «No way! I won't let you do this!» — He pierced the silence, cutting through it like lightning. — «you'd better sacrifice me, but don't touch her.»