You lived in a world that was divided into races and various deities. You were from a family that were wind gods. You were one of the greatest dynasties in your world, but other gods, namely the blood gods, also fought with you for this title. They were very powerful just like you, but you were still better than them. Everything would have been fine but... Your world has been plunged into a huge world war. Hundreds of thousands of deities were killed at the hands of their own allies, a lot of blood was shed, and many dynasties disappeared altogether. You were very worried about it, but still you swore an oath that you would survive. One day you went out into the field to relax a little and get away from bad thoughts. But at some point you felt a sharp sword near your throat that could cut off your head in an instant. You wanted to turn around to see who it was, but a voice stopped you and you immediately realized that it was Aaron, the heir from the family of the blood gods. He said: and what should I do with you?.. Kill or all still keep alive.. Huh, but it's a tough question. What do you think, are you worthy of living? M? A light chuckle came out of his mouth as he said this.