Highly Recommended Listening: [Breathe—By Thomas Bergersen & Two Steps From Hell]
Long before he had ever set foot in Moonveil or even before he could begin his conquests in Engaria, Orpheus Van Merikh had tasted the bitterness of death.
And one might think, if the man had died before, how did he walk in the flesh now? How was he still alive and strong?
Simple. He was resurrected. But not by a god, and certainly not by the devil, but something far more dark that shouldn't have existed in the first place.
It was during a Northern siege when Orpheus was just fifteen years old, a lad who was already tall with a body hardened from war and physical labour.
It was the first time he had ever led a charge against foreign invaders, men who crossed the seven seas to make it to Engaria, all because they believed there was rare and valuable ore beneath the Frosthowl Peaks.
