He was born into a world where wars were long forgotten, where people lived justly, watched over by the Gods, and life went on as it should until an enemy from beyond came. The one they called the God of Death.
A world that had forgotten what violence was didn't know how to defend itself. City after city fell. Earth became a lifeless wasteland as the undead army swelled and crushed the humans like ants underneath its boot. It all ended at the last stronghold. Forgoing all hope for salvation, a handful of desperate humans realized that the only thing left was revenge. Born into a family of adepts, he was orphaned by the war. Being one of the best in the art of healing and blessed by the Gods, he failed to complete his training and became a soldier instead, working his way up from a private to a commander. Had he known that he'd command the last battalion of his world, he would've thought twice about his chosen path. As the instrument of vengeance, he was wielded against the undead army. He killed the Undead King and realized that there was much more at play here than he had originally thought. But before he could get to the bottom of it, he perished. Only that wasn't the end. He woke up in another world, in another body, and was given a chance to start again. Elor, the last defender of his world, would come after the God of Death for his revenge.
