This story happened a long, long time ago in a legendary world now almost completely forgotten … And indeed it was a world of legends where magic was full part of reality.

As such, many nations made of the most strange creatures thrived in there. Be they giants , winged people , lizardmen , ghosts back from the deads  or simple humans , their great civilizations were flourishing. Thanks to the Pantokrator authority, a relative peace existed between these people. Indeed, each had been minding at their own business for some time now and, at the time of this story, most had forgotten about the existence of each other.

The people of Helheim knew only of themselves, busy as they were serving the Pantokrator, but the huge landspace and oceans were inhabited by many, many other things.

For us humans, it is difficult to imagine how this place worked : there was no real North nor South, nor East or West. A traveller that started to walk in one direction without stopping would after a long time find himself returning from where he came. And that wasn’t because the world was round … that was more of a strange magic that made this place what it was.

However, for the sake of the story, North, South, East and West will be taken for granted, departing from Helheim.