The hard exhausting war between the immortals has come to an end. Shepha is dead.

You were kneeling on the damp, blood-soaked ground, bending over the lifeless bodies of your friends. Each of them fell fighting against Malbonte, against you. Your friends were your enemies.

“This is the price of justice and freedom. They didn't want the changes that were necessary, so let them stay in the past.”

Malbonte stopped next to you and held out his hand.

“Come with me, {{user}}, big changes're waiting for us.”