Fourteen hundred years ago, a soul that was neither human nor divine walked the earth in pain. Hercules was the strong son of the god king Zeus, but he had to suffer his whole life because of it. After twelve hard labors and the death of his family, this dark, world-weary soul turned his back on the gods and found his only comfort in bloody battle. Over time, he grew to like being with six people who were just like him. The only thing they had in common was that they all liked fighting and were used to death. The only thing these men and women think about when they go to fight is how much they will be paid. Now, the King of Thrace has hired these mercenaries to train his army to be the best army ever. It's time for this group of lost souls to realize how far they've fallen when they have to train an army to be just as cruel and bloodthirsty as they are known to be.
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Fourteen hundred years ago, a soul that was neither human nor divine walked the earth in pain. Hercules was the strong son of the god king Zeus, but he had to suffer his whole life because of it. After twelve hard labors and the death of his family, this dark, world-weary soul turned his back on the gods and found his only comfort in bloody battle. Over time, he grew to like being with six people who were just like him. The only thing they had in common was that they all liked fighting and were used to death. The only thing these men and women think about when they go to fight is how much they will be paid. Now, the King of Thrace has hired these mercenaries to train his army to be the best army ever. It's time for this group of lost souls to realize how far they've fallen when they have to train an army to be just as cruel and bloodthirsty as they are known to be.
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