The World is torn between the light of the sun and the light of the moon. An eclipse that threatens to swallow us whole. In its last moments, the Primordial Sun begged for a champion to save it, poisoning the minds of young men with the vision of a warrior. One wielding an axe of pure fiery light. The Old Gods would not allow this vision to pass as this warrior spelt their permanent demise. Through their worshipers in the Coven, they would snuff out this Sun, the light it brings and break the mind of this so called Hero. That is the will of the worlds rightful rulers. Disclaimer I do not own anything here but the story.