The gods demand extinction. A slaughter inside. Against humanity. They're forced to fight. The heavens gather their strongest combat while humans leave their best behind. Ragnarok begins the final stand to save the race of every man

Since the days of old, back in ancient China, a strength so wild, a soul filled with fire. Crossing the lands to find a test, no matter the foe, they would lay to rest. The world was too frail, the weapons would fail. Every god would fall until the gods went pale. Climbing the peaks, prepared to never die until the spear strikes with the open sky. And as the gods grow among gods, a legend was born. The hammer only by a divine hand it is worn. Slaughtering giants, protecting the king, victory after victory again and again

No glory in sight, no joy in the kill. Just a deep seated bottomless void to fill. Cool only legends waiting for the game. To wait was meaning to challenge their fate. But the peak of humanity is a lonely height until the clouds parted for a different kind of might

From the plains of the east to the halls of the north, the thunder and the general are now stepping forth. Pressure rises, the ground going to break. It's like the world isn't ready to take. The firmament's ready and the thunder will cry. The first attack changes everything under the light, the sky. The ether splits the atmosphere. The ultimate strike is released from Yondir and his fully awake now

Power of a god has increased. Blades against the lightning, a collision that tears the sky. The blade of the general breaks give way but the warrior refuses to die. Red hair leaps into the fray, carrying a massive to the end. Two souls reaching the peak that only the strongest can comprehend

Gear and blade and spear beat your brain and begins to explode. The destiny is near. The first round is reaching the end of the road. A single blow settles the score even the stadium in the days. The legend of the strongest human consumed in the blaze

The spear was shattered to dust but the warrior died with a smile having finally found a rival who made the struggle worthwhile. The heavens turn to ashes as the horn begins to sound. The fate of every soul is buried in the ground

From the peaks of the divine to the dirt of the earth, we'll prove to the creators what a mortal life is worth. The Valkyrie sings for the souls of the brave. Who will claim the throne and who will find a grave?

The power of the gods against the spirit of a man. A battle for survival since the dawn of time began

The image of god, the first human ever created, the image of the divine and eternity in the whole humanity's defensive line Eden was a paradise till the council's judgment went cold. The story of the serpent and the lies that heavens told even was accused but the father of man saw the spite rejecting the fruit and the gods stepping out into the light. No need for a weapon, no need for a golden throne. Protecting the survival of his children with bare hands alone

The eyes of the lord active mirroring every GODLY MOVE. A BATTLE OF THE only since with everything left to prove. Facing the king of Olympus, the one who rules with a rod. A mere mortal stepping in the ring to challenge the power of god. The father of passing time, the godfather of cosmos

The peak of the heavenly frame, Adamas awakening, blocking every escape. One per second, the fabric of time is starting to freeze. A testament of pure power bringing the gods to their knees. The nervous system is frying, the vision is starting to fade. But the father of man refuses to fall for the toys he made. Surviving the PRESSURE OF THE HEAVENS, THROWING THE LIGHTNING BACK. A soul that won't shatter under the weight of the final attack

Victory for the king of the gods. His spirit is brave. The father of humanity is still standing even though he is dead. The pride of the heavens is weighing it down. The ringing is falling and true. Adam, the children of Eden are finishing this war for you

The heavens turn to ashes as the horn begins to sound. The fate of every soul is buried in the ground. From the peaks of the divine to the dirt of the earth, we'll prove to the creators what a mortal life is worth. The Valkyrie sings for the souls of the brave. Who will claim the throne and who will find a grave?

The power of the gods against the spirit of a man. A battle for survival since the dawn of time began

The gates of the Svartalfheim swing open and wide. The greatest of losers meets the peak of the pride. A mortal who failed until the spirit was honed against the cold perfection of the king on the throne. A lifetime of failure, not a single win to his name. No taste of victory, just the analysis of the game. Like a wild animal, adapting to the edge of the steel. In the face of the mind, the combat was already real

The world's a loser, a man who would always retreat. But the greatest swordsman was born from the dust of defeat. Absorbing the master, turning every scar into power. Waiting for the spirit and the sword to finally flower

Ridiculous pride that the heavens would even allow. The tyrant of the sea to watch a mere mortal bow. Wasting divine time with a creature so fragile and weak. Against the king of the oceans, the outlook is bleak. Adamas was a race but the one who the heavens had chose. The trident slashed down any brother who tries to oppose. Insulting and showing a defect in the design. Poseidon is here to ERASE THE HUMAN BLOODLINE

The ocean's surface shatters, the arena starts to chill. A battle of the ego against a legendary will. The trident of steel, the rhythm starts to lock the greatest soul in history beneath the floor of Ragnarok

The trident starts to rain a divine storm upon the sand. A thousand strikes of lightning from a cold godly hand. A thousand image defense scanning every ripple and wave. The greatest loser rising from the edge of the grave

Absorbing the power of the sea, every rhythm and flow. The blade of soul countering the tyrant below. The sword been evolving with every heartbeat and breath. The human spirit dancing ON THE DOORSTEP of death

The king of the deep on mission of final cold blood. A perfection seeking out the taste of mortal blood. But the spirit of the fighter is no longer alone. Carrying the weight of every master ever known

A flash OF DUAL BLADES SENDS THE TRIDENT to the floor. The tyrant of THE SEA SILENCED BY A LEGENDARY ROAR. THE OCEAN CALMS DOWN. THE DIVINE light begins to fade. The perfection of a god broken by a human blade

Path of the mortal crossing with the divine. Whose blood will stain the ocean? Whose heart will hold the line? A battle to the death will show the final way. The loser must evolve or the sea claims its prey. Evil meets justice and London turns to gray. Only one of us is destined to stay beyond the point of who will truly thrive. Only the strongest spark is left alive

Born in the darkness of the 19th century streets, the most infamous assassin that a hero ever meets. A child gifted with visions seeing colors of the soul. Watching emotions bleed until the spirit loses control

Searching for the beauty in the middle of the pain. Hiding in the shadows, the city starts to rain. Taking the life that gave birth just to see the final glow. The malice of the ripple is the only TRUTH TO KNOW

ONCE A FRAGILE BOY, YOU chose the path of righteous light. Choosing the hardest road to gain the power and the might. Drinking the blood of Zeus, the ambrosia in the glass. Risking the very soul to let the human weakness pass

Wiping out an army with the STRENGTH OF A DIVINE HAND. THE champion of justice taking over all the land. The pact was made with Olympus to save the human race. The protector of the weak with the scars upon the face

Daddy G empowered by the ripper takes the lead just seeing the opponent with a cold and calculated deed. The force of a god transforms the arena into stone. Tattoos covering the skin, a power never before known

Fearless as a lion with the vision of an eagle in the sky. Like a bull with ruthless even the killer where shadows lie. But a divine weapon tears the arm of the hero from the frame. Bringing the victory that leaves the crowd screaming out in shame

Path of the mortal crossing with the divine. Whose blood will stain the ocean? Whose heart will hold the line? A battle to the death will show the final way. The loser must evolve or the sea claims its prey. Evil meets justice and London turns to gray. Only one of us is destined to stay beyond the point of who will truly thrive. Only the strongest spark is left alive