The war was over, yet flames smoldered over the streets of Kevlon. While Amedith and Liliyana had trained their eyes on the criminals, their efforts remained constrained, as forcing the innocent to behave the way that they wanted wasn't exactly the just thing to do. And so chaos roamed the city of Kevlon, brazen and unafraid.
That is until a beacon of light burst above the city into a singular mass–the form of the hero, and the new god of law–Raven 'Phordite. Drawing everyone's attention at once, he glanced down, still reluctant to impose his authority as a god. However, at a mere glance, the people's eyes glimmered with hope, for they'd mistaken him for their god, Hamleth.
Clad in his familiar glow, Raven knew he could not deceive these folks from the very start. And so, as light retreated from his mortal shell, he appeared before them bare of his newfound divine powers, looking down at them with a stern glance.
