Prologue

It was like a glimpse of the gods.

Lustrous and incandescent, with and irridiances that could parallel even the Sun’s gleam.

It was the Magic.

A piece of the God’s essence.

It ties certain mortals to them, making us Divine.

The Divine, often dubbed for children of the Gods, aren’t quite so. Otherwise, deities like Diana or Minerva wouldn’t exist.

No –the Divine are part God. And the Magic gives us the power to save or raze.

Usually the latter.