The formation of the Hellhounds was the greatest bane to the Golden Ones, its creation drenched in bloodshed and war. What began as a group of friends who strove for a brighter tomorrow would lead to its ruination. Their neon city, Dithyramb, that once boasted a life of prosperity would collapse under the dreams it created. The price of hope was none other than death.
Saveas, Amare, Qolani, Olan, and Galtai were childhood friends. They once ran around the city, lost in all that the world gave them. In the face of everything, they used to be inseparable as their lives unfolded. Never once did the thought cross their minds that they would stand at the forefront of war.
The nature of the city showed its true colors. From the dark clutches of the Solar's shadow, a voice called to them. From its whispers came the notion of change. All it took was a single spark. An uprising that would change their world forever.
