Every broad fiber of his bleached white hair is sewn into his skull, the hair-like thread stands perpendicular as if it were frozen stiff. Cold cardinal eyes puncture every aspect of your body with guilt and remorse. Refined, slender fingers of a professional pianist rest sluggishly limp against the hasty breeze. Not a single twitch simmers through his body, not even a single instinctive blink. Lifeless chains cling onto him, like a loving relationship, one that cannot be separated. As if it was fate itself bringing them together. Born of royal blood yet feared by humanities survival.

He was the God, of the Gods...

483 years ago, the war between Gods and their God had just began. Devils, demons, mythical beasts alike joined forces to remove their God, Eos, from the heavenly hierarchy. And fortunately for them, they did. The universe as we had known it became unbalanced, life forces gained special abilities and animals with high enough intelligence could efficiently use this to their advantage. Laws of physics became fabricated lies, dimensions were torn and our universe was being infiltrated. Who am I you may wonder? Haha, you needn't worry about that. Just a mere bypasser in the shadows who happened to see everything going down with my very own eyes.