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A legend long buried is reborn.
A war that began over four thousand years ago is about to ignite once more.
This is a story of treachery and betrayal...
of ambition, greed, and the relentless pursuit of power.
A story where darkness rises, and ancient forces stir once again.
Lives bound together by fate must rise to face an enemy older than memory itself.
Old bloodlines awaken. Hidden truths come to light.
And the choices of the past begin to demand their price.
As alliances fracture and loyalties are tested, a battle for dominance will decide the fate of all.
For in the end, there can only be one outcome:
Dominance... or subjugation.
So be careful of the deeds you commit today-
Because tomorrow, your legacy may rise...
and come back to hunt you.
Oby?" Linda asked carefully.
When he spoke again, the confidence was gone.
"That man is a deity of pure malice," Oby said shakily. "His words are poison. His actions-vengeful mischief. His very essence is evil personified."
Both women stiffened.
"He is known as the Man of Chaos," Oby continued. "Whose words are death, whose breath is destruction. His name is-"
"Nimrod," Agnes finished.
Oby spun toward her. "How do you know him?"
Silence stretched.
Finally, Oby exhaled.
"There's no point hiding it anymore," he said quietly. "Until weeks ago, I was the territorial heir-prince-in-waiting-of one of the most powerful occult organizations ever known. Founded before the Great Confusion. Born in Babilus."
"The League of Infernals," he finished.
His voice dropped.
"And I am a direct descendant of that entity you see on the screen."
Silence.
"I am Nimrod's blood."