Recognizing the battered shield and spear of the fallen Aspect, the Darkin mocked him-what hope had Atreus now, without the Pantheon’s power? But even though Aatrox’s blows cast him to his knees, Atreus’ own will reignited the Aspect’s spear, upon hearing the cries of the people around him… and with a mighty leap, he struck a blow that severed the Darkin’s sword arm.īoth blade and Darkin fell to the ground. They were the problem.Ītreus put himself between the barbarians and Aatrox. Atreus felt a cold rage at both the Darkin and the Aspects. Though he’d considered them his foes, they were much like the Rakkor-mortals who suffered in the conflicts between greater powers. It was Aatrox who had driven the barbarians into Targon, Atreus realized. He knew from their cries, from the overwhelming stench of blood… they faced Aatrox. Yet, when he arrived, he found his sworn enemies already under siege. Though it was months before he could lift a spear, Atreus was determined to end this scourge himself, and eventually set out with the Aspect’s dulled weapons in hand. Indeed, barbarian invaders now threatened the Rakkor’s northern settlements, including Iula’s farm. It was a resilience he saw in all life, the threats unending. Unlike gods, mortals fought because they must, knowing that death lay in wait. There, Atreus realized he’d spent his life looking to the stars, never considering what lay beneath. After a lifetime of defeat, his will to live, and his anger at betrayal, were enough to stave off the death that had claimed War itself.Ītreus recovered on Pylas’ homestead, nursed back to health by his friend’s widow, Iula. Hours later, as the crows descended, Atreus painfully stood back up, stumbling back to the Rakkor in a trail of blood. Impaled upon Aatrox’s blade, and with the power of the Aspect’s weapons dimming, he took a ragged breath, and spit in the Darkin’s face. The Darkin’s god-killing blade was driven into Pantheon’s chest, a blow that carved the constellation of War from the heavens.īut as the Aspect faded, Atreus-the man it had considered weak-awoke once more.
Their fight raged into the skies, and swept through the armies of men beneath… until the impossible occurred. Judging Atreus unworthy, a warrior who had known only defeat, it had taken control of his body to pursue its own ends-a task it considered too great for mortal men.Ĭast into the furthest corners of his own mind, Atreus endured only vague visions as the Aspect scoured the world for Darkin, living weapons created in a bygone age.Įventually, Pantheon was goaded into battle not far from Mount Targon by the Darkin Aatrox, who sought the mountain’s peak. It was the Aspect of War itself, the Pantheon. Only Atreus remained as the skies opened, making him host to a divine Aspect, with the power to take revenge.īut it was not a man who returned to the Rakkor afterward, spear and shield gleaming with celestial might.
Like so many before them, they underestimated how arduous the ascent would be, with Pylas shivering his last upon finally reaching the summit. When the Aspect of the Sun refused to destroy these trespassers, Atreus and Pylas swore to capture the power of the Aspects themselves by climbing to the peak of Mount Targon.
Pylas was impressed by his unrelenting endurance, and through the blood they spilled in the training circle, a true brotherhood was born.Ītreus and Pylas were among the Rakkor who stumbled across a barbarian incursion, surviving the ambush that left the rest of their patrol dead. In time, he developed a fierce rivalry with a fellow recruit, Pylas-but no matter how often Atreus was cast onto the stones, he stood back up. Never the strongest or the most skilled warrior, Atreus somehow persevered, standing up, bloodied and bruised, after each bout. Like many in his tribe, he trained to join the Rakkor’s militant order, the Ra’Horak.
Atreus now opposes the divine as Pantheon reborn, his unbreakable will fueling the fallen Aspect’s weapons on the field of battle.Ītreus was born on the hostile slopes of Targon, and named after a star in the constellation of War, known as the Pantheon.įrom an early age, he knew he was destined for battle. In time, he learned to embrace the power of his own mortality, and the stubborn resilience that goes along with it. Once an unwilling host to the Aspect of War, Atreus survived when the celestial power within him was slain, refusing to succumb to a blow that tore stars from the heavens.
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