Excito, meus liberi.

The words were spoken, and they rose. Some were huge, terrible beasts. Others were small, almost weightless creatures. But they all bore one common trait. They had been animated by the gods.

No, these gods were not the ones of legend, the Zeus, the Athena, the Poseidon, but they were gods nonetheless. And they had created in their own image a veritable army of avatars, prepared to awaken at their command. Many carried weapons. Others were so large, so formidable, that they had no need. And some would not require weapons for the job they were created to do. These had been given tools of their own — scouts with extraordinary vision and hearing, commanders with nearly godlike intelligence, and many others, each given their own task, each fully prepared to carry it out.

And they were sent to war against her. The Hidden Devil.