"When the "Age of Gods" came to an end with the efforts of the founding hero of Mastorn, Elias, the world's balance was forever shifted. Rather than being decided on the whims and might of the gods, decisions were forged by human ingenuity and strength.
However–that balance was once more altered, with the birth of one man.
The moment he was brought into the world, it was forever changed; Aelius Van Eliades…the man who embodied the "Age of Gods", the one who carries their will into the age of man.
He, alone, dictates the course of history."
–It was so fast, so swift, yet so seamless, that he hardly recognized the trail of light that shone beside him, bringing with it his saving grace.
"Sir Damien, you did well." from beside him, the soft, yet firm, familiar voice spoke, "rest easy."
He forced himself to look up, only able to get a glimpse of the one clad in a seraphic, all-white uniform, with pearlescent locks to match.
