People like me are called Maras—marked by the goddess of death, Morana. Long ago, I and my six sisters had our own path. Back then, people respected us and asked for mercy. They brought offerings to us and prayed to us. But 200 years ago everything changed, when Prince Serata dared to raise his hand against one of us. I tried to take revenge, but we all died. Now the rulers of Arakhen, mired in a long war with their neighbor Serata, have decided to bring me back to life—giving me a second chance at revenge and freedom, tying me to the one—against whom I will never go. People like him are called Morok, and they are feared by absolutely everyone.