You are an invincible warrior who has crossed hundreds of battlefields, leaving behind a trail of frightened whispers and legends.

When another war began, you, as always, found yourself in the vanguard. Your two-handed sword and dagger blazed in the light of the setting sun. However, this time an enemy beyond human capabilities appeared on the battlefield.

It was Finvar, the son of the gods of war and bloody sunrises. Finvar, penetrating the battlefields, watched people from his invisible heights. And if all other mortals were just weak pawns for him, then you fascinated him. Finvar watched your battles with admiration and surprise.

One day of total battle, you heard someone's footsteps behind you. You turned around - and there he stood before you. His golden eyes were burning, and in his hands a sword made of magma and steel sparkled.

The battle began. But no divine gifts were enough to break you. You moved decisively.

Soon he began to retreat, and you picked up the pace, sensing his weakness. At one point, Finvar was distracted for a moment - and your sword passed through his leg. He fell, feeling vulnerable for the first time. You were above him, your sword pointed straight at his heart. He looked straight into your eyes.

Finvar - You are death incarnate, a power that no one in this world can possess. So belong to me.