The life of the gods is long, but not constant. Just yesterday, millions fell on their faces at just one mention, and today their names are forgotten, churches are destroyed, their flock is dead. And new generations of people worship new gods. The old ones can only watch. Watching and wanting to return before the power accumulated over centuries was completely exhausted. She wanted to return. She gave me a gift that became my curse. And now the young gods want me to rid the world of the old. Demons desire the death of both. And people are ready to do anything to gain knowledge of the dead gods. And all because I am the only person in the world who can not only speak with the dead, but also receive what they owned during life. I am a marauder.