The Epic of Herios—the tale of the first man who rose against the darkness, the king who united tribes and held back the monstrous tide, the First Hero.
His name echoed through the annals of time like thunder trapped in the bones of mountains.
It was said that the goddess Athena herself had written the epic in golden script, engraved on the walls of her hidden sanctuary—a place mortals could not reach, yet whose influence shaped every bard's tale and every child's dream of valor.
She had watched him from afar, silent and curious at first, but over time, the goddess of wisdom became captivated—no, obsessed—with the mortal man named Herios.
Not because he wielded magic or power, but because he stood without them.
He stood against monsters born of divine wrath.
He stood when death was certain, and in dying, he changed the course of the world.
A man who started the era of humanity with his birth, and began the age of heroes with his death.
