Shed your mortal skin and let me take you beneath the waves.

‎For Tempus...was a dozen storm gods' avatar; no army he sanctified could know defeat; no war he fought could not be won. Combat was life to him; he fought like the gods themselves.

Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn.

Niko, you're halfway to where you need to go. It's the most dangerous time. And all the gods and forces have a stake in you, Hero. Or do you want to be just a memory, a cult somewhere, with people sacrificing horses to your name?

"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning that crackles from his gaze.

Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.