In the near future, a tribe of spell binders named "THE WITCH CRAFT FACTION" rose up against their own people: the human race. The Faction sort to rule over all and control destiny.
But humanity fought back. And now the weight of saving the future of humanity from the villainous spell binders rests on the shoulders of humanity's elite forces: the Romans.

THE ROMANS: TIERS OF POWER

The god said to the elders, "Forget everything that Munchen has committed. See that my desires become reality, and you will be rewarded." 


The Wolf God could have killed all the elders but didn't for a reason. These were the men who were steadfast in worshipping it and who knew all the vile practices its worship demanded. If there was anyone who could flip the image of God to that of a sweet, loving god, it was them. 


The overbearing aura in the room disappeared, and every nerve calmed down a bit. 


"His mighty-ness has departed," one of the elders said, after he raised his head to investigate the aura's disappearance. 


The elders slowly got to their feet, their eyes locked on the statue of the Wolf God. The statue had assumed the god's last pose; its left hand was outstretched over Kyle's body, which now lay on the altar. 


An Elder who has small eyes and wears glasses said, "Elder Long Staff, the captaincy of this council falls on you." 


The Rogans are forgiven