This world is ruled by gods - many, many. The gods are strong, powerful - and treacherous. And, they say, those great gods do not love each other too much. And they also say (not out loud, but in a whisper) that the god of wisdom managed to mock the god of war. And that's how it began... WAR. And the legend began. The legend of the Chosen One. About the son of a blacksmith, who was led by the right hand of the gods. The legend of the One whose lot was great - and bitter. For who, if not the greatest of heroes, is doomed to suffer in the name of his heroism? Who, if not the One Marked by the Gods, learns every day the severity of his fate?..