Gran and Hero, two archaeology students, become embroiled in an ancient Irish past where nothing is what it should be.
Everything was over very quickly, the battle that should have lasted three days, we finished it in hours, about eight to be exact, I, apart from giving orders could not do much more, my body was destroyed, due to the excess of mayus that I had occupied, it was great when I could occupy it, I felt one with everything, but my body, and I think my mind are not prepared to feel so much pressure.
Both me and Willfest were still on the horse, he was tired too, but he was coping better than me.
-It's over Gran, congratulations on surviving your first war.
-You say that like it's something to be proud of, seeing the sea of corpses we left behind, I can't be proud of Willfest.
-You came out deep boy, but maybe you're right, though, you should rejoice and be thankful that you came out of all this alive, and didn't end up as one of the decorations of the place.