It had been eons since the Pilgrimage of the Emmortals - or anyone else that was flung thru the portal's rift - began. Most had lost everything to madness and will never be recognizable as anything. However, there was foretold of the birth of a new God... The Old One appeared as just an ordinary older man tending and walking around trees and vegetation dotting the pathways. He slowed to bend over a body laying calmly unaware in the spot he had been toiling about earlier. He smiled and said softly, " Hello Adam. Welcome to my garden."
