In ancient times, tragedies stacked between the centuries. Misery and terror copulated to breed countless variations of death and suffering which fell over both the innocent and the guilty, the old and the young.
Many had assumed that with some stroke of luck, the Second Grand War would be the end of it; that the fall of Fulgardt would come, and a new age of peace would follow to douse the persistent burn of scars to the flesh, and gashes of the soul among the people.
No such thing occurred.
The great battle between Fulgardt and the vessels of the Deities did not end with a victory.
It merely served to awaken the menace bred by Maqi – who came to be known as the Immoral – bringing him to Divinity.
In the years that followed, Fulgardt did as he pleased.