For you, what comes after death? No matter what belief you follow, this is a question that will always linger in everyone's mind. After all, death is the end.

  But what comes after the end? The heaven many aspire to, or the hell everyone fears? For Liam Mason, heaven is a tale told by the old to teach others the meaning of hope. And for someone raised to be the perfect soldier, hell has always been his reality.

  Raised to be the "absolute man," he became just that. But how would someone above all, and everyone, die?

  It was supposed to be just another mission to deal with invaders. But the sea that separated the two empires became the stage for one of the bloodiest battles in their five hundred years of rivalry.

  A blood moon bathed the sky, while the blood of soldiers bathed the ground. Liam didn’t understand how, but he was lying on a rock with a hole in his body. His entrails were almost visible.

  The so-called "life's end movie" took control of Liam's mind, even as his vision faded. The death of his mother, his enrollment in military school, his training and rise as the greatest general of his empire.

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  It was nonsense to him. What was the point of that? To remind him that he should repent before passing? It wouldn’t work.

  Even on his deathbed, only one question lingered in Liam's mind now: he had become one of the strongest men in the world, but for what? Why accumulate so much power if, in the end, he succumbed to death?

  The answer was already clear. He is human, and death will always be the end for this race. No matter how perfect they think they are, it’s a cycle.

  Selfishness and questioning: why desire everything?

  Without realizing it, he condemned himself. He re-entered the cycle of life: birth, destiny, and death.

  In an equivalent exchange, for a baby who would have been born dead, he received the soul of someone who had not yet fulfilled their destiny in this world.

  Still unable to understand anything, unable to even see, only able to cry, a new name was given to him.

  The opportunity to choose.

  "Eínai agóri. écheis skefteí to ónomá sou?" asked a woman, her robust and wrinkled appearance making her underestimated as a kind woman, but never judge a book by its cover.

  "Naí. Tha eínai o Theo!" replied Camille, a young woman with long, golden hair, still holding her newborn son in her arms.

  A tear slid down her delicate face, for just a few seconds ago, her son had shown no signs of life.

  "Kalós írthes mikrí mou," were Camille's first words to her youngest son.