Prologue - Blood

The blood that stained, and now flowed through the streets of the capital, was evidence of the bloody struggle that was fought there not so many days ago: a battle between titans that was witnessed, not only by the greatest deity, but by the gods from all corners of the world: they were divided into two groups, each one supporting a different man, a different titan.

The tears of the people who lost their close ones because of the fight were reflected by the clouds that poured incessant waters. Heaven, earth and the underworld were in mourning. They did not celebrate the victory, they celebrated the end of the war; they did not care who had but the winner.

With his hair cut, humiliated, beaten, dirty and filthy, he was dragged through the streets that he would have wished to desecrate and destroy. At the same time, people who had once been loyal to him and respected him greatly, and who later suffered the consequences of his rash actions, booed him and threw stones. They wanted him to pay the price for his actions.

Where did he fail - to have listened to his wife, to have entrusted tasks to less trusted men, or to have earned the scorn of his divinity for his weakness in dealing with certain problems? He found no clear answer. He realized that all his efforts were in vain. While the guards were taking him to the scaffold to put him to death, and thus put an end to a dark period in the imperial territory, he, Philipart Cynther, would remember that bitter night, which he had longed for, when his wife received him with genuine love.