In the years following the slow crumbling of Iron's Kingdom, so too was the end of the Age of the Old Gods. The remaining life from the towering beings slowly falling unto itself, collapsing into an interstice of radiant glory that was once foretold by their many, many followers. With Iron realizing the age of life, fire & undeath was coming to a resplendent close, those with strength of younger men voraciously clawing at his doorstep; he left. A grand ceremony was held, cherishing the life and times of the once incandescent warrior, who's will was as strong as his name. Something tugged on the bag of Iron's head, however. A nagging feeling of something left undone; something left severed. On the night of the ceremony- for the first time in years- Iron dropped his weapons. After sharing festivities and blazing cheer with his subjects, he marched unto the Great Messiah's bridge. Come what may, he would apologize one last time. Upon his entrance, the light dimmed. Those inside the tree had been taught to hate him. Behind the veil of hatred, Arsirian was interested in Iron's reasoning into returning to his proverbial crime-scene. They talked, the rest waiting with arms drawn. Through rough translations, Arsirian agreed to visit the ceremony, indulging Iron in his last night as King. The festival goers welcomed with open arms the strange foreigner, most of them not old enough to know the tragedy of what had become the Great Messiah's Bishop. Arsirian, pleasantly surprised, called upon her fellow woman; someone Iron had not heard from in a time. Korinthine appeared on a being of fire and malice, red to blue flames engulfed the gnarly creature's blackened, charred skin. It's face carved as a wry smile, it's eyes hollow. The two shared a sneer, their eyes meeting in a blinding glare. Korinthine's eyes, darker than a mire; her appearance was now quite grizzly. Iron was slightly taken aback by this startling revelation, as he remembered her as a fairly normal looking woman. The two conspired in a less than normal greeting, shaking hands and turning away. After a day of celebration, the two bid the main audience adue, leaving to have a chat underneath the castle grounds. Iron had a chamber built under the earth for the sole purpose of containing himself once the world had shown him ruin. The only people that know about the aforementioned chamber were Iron, his builders, and his closest subjects. He began explaining the inner workings of the chamber to Korinthine, showing how his body would be mended still. A sinister energy overtook the room, while many of Iron's subjects began flooding the room behind the two.