Helga's Retelling:
It rests on a cruel plain. The city at the end of the world. Barren in all directions, with the edge of the world right by their necks. Many a great soldier marched from within those walls during the last holy war. Young, old, even the sick–no man nor a woman was spared service as their god wished to be a cruel tyrant of war. With no regard for the lives of his people, Chronos, the god of time, marched his army alongside ours.
At least Murdok had the decency to spare the maimed and the elderly, but that gorger of faith and power, he worked everyone, no matter their state of their bodies or their mind. In the end, however, even our side turned against him, and with nobody to take his side, Chronos was slain by a mortal man called Razor.
