Thousands of years ego mankind used to be protected by The Guardians.
Then they decided it would be fun to make some monsters, and most people liked it, cause the gods protected them, and they liked this new kind of entertainment.
And then The Guardians decided it would be fun to start killing each other.
Or so the legends say. The legends and The Eternal King, how claims to be a Guardian himself. Some people even believe that. Immortality. Godly powers. Knowledge beyond any sage. It would be good if he really was a Guardian, cause it was too much power for a man. Even if he did a lot of good for the people, and his whims were not as horrifying, as those of his predecessors, it was still not so easy to stay calm when he was getting his moods.
Some people challenged him. Some tried to assassinate him. Despite their greed, their noble intentions, or whatever other reasons they had, The King was as immortal as ever. He survived fire and lighting. Blades and poisons.
And then the gods decided to have some fun, and poke a stick into what was left of The Guardians.
