Unbeknownst to [color=fdc68a]Telios[/color], the Archangel silently crept through the masses of people that gazed upon his son over the decades, disguised at times either as an innocent child, or a grumpy old man, but always a bystander in order to never attract attention over him. Was it too risky to come forward to him? Mankind needed a much needed guidance and a figure to rely on in some of the hardest times of this species, and Alcadeas could not sacrifice further power in order to help them, for he had to conserve as much as possible. 

The son seemed to pick on the traits of his father. Leadership and ambition. Those were the words Alcadeas could best describe his creation. Looking back on his actions, memories flashed before the Archangel's eyes. [color=f26522]Ira's[/color] wrath and dangerous behaviour sprung forward great masses of land, inhospitable and cruel to man. In an effort to prevent a potential catastrophy for mankind, Alcadeas needed to intervene personally, but such a thing could deteriorate the fragile relationship between [color=f26522]Ira[/color] and Alcadeas to the point that a catastrophy would unleash on mankind too. Nevertheless, the Archangel choose to steal some of [color=f26522]Ira's [/color] essence from the very lands she created, drawing potent vitality from the volcanoes and arid deserts of the Peninsula's North, imbuing himself with them and then giving the breath of life to a champion, one that would guide mankind directly through virtue, power and ambition to fullfil it's destiny as the sole biggest civilization to ever graze the natural plane. The conquerors of their own destiny, but both mankind and Telios were a long journey away from that moment envisioned by the Archangel. He had to stay quiet within the shadows, and observe the natural evolution of both his son and his creation.

However unknown to himself, the Archangel's actions would be the catalyst of something sinister, something...dark, that would loom within him for centuries to come.