-1 Prologue (1/2)

”The sorrow of my lonely dying soul, can only be measured by depth of my unshed tears. Everyday of my existence in this refuge of mine, I strived not to sink under the weight of my sorrow. But, I admit, my life is nothing but a big heavy sigh. ” — The lamentation of a dying god.

Deep in the heart of a mountain, in the ruins of a dimensional world, resided the fading essence of a fallen god. This fading essence of the fallen god was inside a shelter of rocks and crystals. Four symmetrical walls of Palladium rocks containing the runic symbols of a dying light, curved to come together far above the essence of the god, where four life crystals were joined together to form a dome. These runic rocks and life crystals had been preserving the surviving essence of the fallen god. If not for the arrays he had arraigned, he would have been a dead and forgotten god.

The level of attack that could strip away the essence of a god like himself, had to be of the ancient order. Couldn't be an arrant-demon, could it? They never had an immortal war with the demons to warrant that. And, in the heavenly realm? Not likely. Why would an arrant risk his or her existence by going to the heavenly realm to attack him? Didn't make sense. Had to be an extremely powerful entities in the heavenly realm. Probably, a god?

He let out a long sorrowgul sigh. His life was nothing but a big heavy sorrowful sigh.

And here he was due to that. A dying shell of his true existence. A pity it was. Deep down, he knew he would never be back from this dying path. He had lost great amount of his life essence during the attack. Too much to be dead already. He was extremely fortunate to escape with this little essence of his life.

If only he could remember his true self, but the dying essencee had little memory of his past. The larger part of his essence had been destroyed in the attack. He had been trying to recollect who he was but he was unable to, due to the little essence left. He couldn't even remember his own name anymore. Sad indeed. How long had he even been here? Millions of years? Hundreds of millions of years? He had no recollection of this. But he knew he had been here before the beginning of the primeval wars.

He was here when the war started and with his nearly faded life-essence, he concluded he must have spent an eternity in this world of ruins. Down here in this dimensional world, time moved differently. Unlike in the heavenly realm, moments in time could stretch into eternities.

How sad?

The fallen god reminisced.

Hidden, he had remained. Away from the eyes of the prying gods who could be looking for his total annihilation and from the prowling eyes of the deadly demons.

Ah, the demons! True, they were extremely deadly but there had been a relative peace between them and the gods. Though, there were ocassional disputes. The fallen god still had this memory in his dying essence. No side would want an immortal war, a primeval immortal war! Or could there be? To what end?

Ah, so far gone!

It was here in this place he called his refuge, that he learned about the immortal wars between the gods and demons. Through the echoes of sounds carried through time, he was aware of the wars. Though, he didn't know their details. He also came to know about the champions that the gods and demons were choosing for themselves to carry out their interests.

A champion!