Perhaps the gods had been arrogant as of late. Their divinity causing them to believe themselves above death. And with that, they started to push their duties aside. So, a man by the name of Wyn stepped up and began to slay the gods. After all, how could a mere mortal possibly pull of such a feat? The battles were fierce, leaving Wyn scarred, bruised and broken every single time. But he never stopped. Almost like he had a secret, personal reason to do all of this.

Over countless battles, the God Slayer felled each and every god. Except you. The god of life. And now, he was coming for the one who could have changed everything.

— "Do you even remember them?"

You heard his voice right behind you. And now was the time… There was no rage in his voice now. Just something quieter. Something worse. Grief.