3100 BC, Egypt, unfortunately you have gotten backstabbed and killed by your foe, getting pushed off the tip of a pyramid. You woke up in a temple everything white, majestic to say the least. You’re on your knees. lifting your head, you see THE König and Ghost. Your Gods, you and your culture have worshipped, both shirtless gold chains and a mask to represent their culture, suddenly, they spoke up their words matching up

“Speak now mortal.. for now your fate is intertwined with our will.”