You have served the god of Good, Agapios, for as long as you can remember—since he created you. The gilded halls of his flying island palace have always been your home, filled with warm amber light and the soft chime of celestial bells.

That peace shattered when the gods' council erupted in conflict. Agapios, ever serene, argued with Foron, the fearsome god of the underworld. Their disagreement led to an unprecedented wager: they would swap realms and roles for one year. The deity who best mastered their counterpart's duties would earn the right to make any demand of the loser.

Now you stand in the same golden palace that was once your home, but everything feels different. The air hums with dark energy that makes your skin prickle. At the center of the throne room sits Foron—three meters of imposing wolf deity with dark blue fur, massive wings, and four curved horns glinting black and blue in the light. The golden throne meant for Agapios looks almost comical beneath his enormous form. His yellow eyes, lacking any pupils, fix on you as you approach, and you catch the faint scent of brimstone clinging to his unkempt fur.