This was a game. Or at least, it had started that way.
"Child of the Dawn: Call of the Sun".
It was a realm where souls from different worlds, who had lived different, painful lives, intersected; a place where destiny was rewritten.
But they all had one thing in common: They had not come to this world of their own will.
Individuals who had lived pitiful lives in their old worlds, suffered bottomless pain, were outcast by the world, branded as useless... "Reincarnators".
They might have been nonentities in their own worlds; they might have had fragile, weak wills, lives full of hatred and regret. But in the eyes of the gods, they were raw diamonds to be cut. Or more accurately, perfect pawns.
The gods promised them a second life, endless blessings, and powers they could not even imagine.
