Years of leaders have come and gone, and battles after battles, the beliefs and religions became hollow and forsaken. The people were blinded by deaths ways and drowned by hells blood. And soon vengeance was among them. Vengeance on their souls. The Dead have risen and call out in anger. They weep, they scream and cry. The pain is unbearable the sounds...deafening, and there is no escape from THIS fate. The gods are angry indeed! People stand around in fear watching their friends and enemies drop dead like flies. Their souls ripped from their bodies, they lay now only as a shell of armour. Only a memory to others. The people struck back at the gods, still not able to see the light before them. Others repented and joined the once forgotten Holy rule of peace. Enemies to friends and friends to enemies. A new war has risen and this is only the beginning...and the gods SHALL speak out..........