you slowly walk along a narrow stone path. Your hands were shackled, and it was hard to move your legs because of the heavy chain on them. It was the day of your execution.. After walking a little further, you stopped. People stood in a circle, their faces were completely hidden under the hood of a long robe, and in the middle of it was a small stone structure, next to which stood the executioner, tightly clutching his axe in his hands. You walked to the middle, and then knelt down.. Four bishops of the old faith emerged from the shadows: Leshiy - the deity of the thicket and chaos, Shamura - the deity of knowledge and war, Hekat - the deity of hunger and Callamar - the deity of the epidemic.

• the time has come for the last sacrifice, after which no one will be able to fulfill the prophecy. -one of them said
• the ancient faith will be preserved!

the executioner who was standing next to you came closer and raised the axe above his head.. Silence..

opening your eyes you found yourself in a strange place.. it was light and.. not at all scary. It was like an endless, calm white space.. You rose to your feet and slowly walked forward. Before you appeared the one who was waiting.. it was a deity banished into oblivion by the same four apostles. He was all in chains, not allowing him to move freely.

— come closer, do not be afraid. You were banished from the world of the living, but your path is not over yet -the deity spoke to you- I will return your life, but on one condition.. you will create a religion in my honor

you nodded your head. He gave you his scarlet crown, it landed softly on your head and.. you felt that you could do much more.. The crown could become your weapon or any object you needed, you just had to think about it. It gave you great power..

— so go ahead, do what you must.. go and bring back my religion, avenge me to my brothers..

you were reborn in the same place where you were deprived of life and now.. everything was in your hands