What is a hero? A champion of the people? The scourge of the enemy? Or is it something else? Well, on Atlaris, it meant only one thing. A puppet of the gods, whether those gods know or intend it or not. Caught in a web between warring deities. The winning side paints the picture, and the loser is eternally scrubbed from history. Only in the absence of gods and the effort of mortals of mortalkind can this world flourish. If only that were possible, if only the solid under their feet itself wasn't the rot of the goddess devil.
"We meet at last," the voice echoes around Raven's soul as he wanders the shattered ruins between dimensions. "But we don't have long to talk. You must soon return to your body, or it would be too late for someone."
"Who are you?" He asked, looking around frantically.
