“Hope makes us weak, despair makes us strong.” Vidar Tacticun is part of a supernatural group called Travelers, they defend their city called Malvena from horrific monsters, outside armies, another otherworldly military called the Fomoire, and themselves. They need to push past their limits as a militant ragtag group not even recognized by their government, just to survive in a cruel, unforgiving world. They have to fight gods that can threaten or destroy all of creation. There is no time to rest, no time to celebrate, but throw themselves at the gates of hell to add more minutes before Yggdrasil is burned down. As they encounter more gods that are more eldritch than the last, it is only the matter of time if they can last to defend the walls of humanity or eternally damn it to hungry gods. All of his colleagues including him go on the journey of discovering, accepting, and coming to terms with themself. They are going to say nonsensical, offensive, and weird stuff because they felt like it. When a arc begins, there’s going to be a very short poem, when another one is written, that previous arc has ended. Some things I wanted to add. I’m trying to write realistic characters but this is my first time, I am also trying to write realistic battles but then again I am also not a good writer. Was called Viajero.