This was an age of gods and monsters, not one of man despite this humanity kept pushing forward under the looming safety of the seven archons, whether this fragile society would continue static through this ever-changing world was anyone's guess... he left that sort of thinking to someone else though. He was just a wanderer after all... helping where he could.

A dead world, a dead species, and a group of beings asking why they were made. Their answer came back in the form of one of their so-called creators, too bad the world gave them the one human who was too much like them.