Voices ring, undulating from the bards of history. The truth reveals itself in the seams, flashing like crevices in bending space. "The Gods are always watching. They leave no stone unturned... Yet none cracked open." Their voices speak in the tongues of the Devil. Caressing the heart with a symphony of loving grandeur.  This is a story of an Anomaly. Of Heroes whose worlds come crashing down. Of merciless Gods. Of deception and mystery. [ Here lies the grave of worms. ]