There are few mysteries as convoluted and untouched as the Warrior-Poet's past. With no divide between his fictions and his truths, there's no way for a mortal to decipher it. One thing was certain, though: one day, he returned from the ruins of Ald Sotha with a young boy, and some years later, he would follow him into godhood.

Sotha Sil had never liked the concept of gods. Worship, he reasoned that night as he choked on the scent of smoke that clung to him and the screams still echoing in his head, wasn't only futile; it was an affront to mortality. And if he had his way, he would end it.