On that day, I and eleven other Praetorians of the Sunset were in the Chapel of the Stars. We listened to the sermon of Betelgeuse, the Seventh Herald of the Age of Hope. Suddenly, the legate Altair, the head of the Praetorians of Sunset, our elder brother in arms, entered the hall. Altair angrily turned to Betelgeuse. He accused her of the fact that under the pretext of protecting people from Rock, Betelgeuse is doing everything so that people could not achieve their lofty goal. Elevations. Become equal to us angels. By the distorted, darkened face of Betelgeuse, we understood that Altair's words were true. In furious anger, Betelgeuse tore out her heart and cursed Altair and all of us who heard his accusatory words. At that moment, the golden light in our bodies turned into a merciless flame, and our skin became like embers. Dying, Betelgeuse called to the rest of the angels, ordering them to kill us. We were forced to flee from Limbo. But the curse also became salvation. Our nature changed, and we were able to pass through the Hadar Border, the border between this world and the shards of a previous era, the Age of Doom. No angel had ever set foot on these cursed lands. We expected to see the flaming wastelands, but our gaze was gazed at a beautiful city abandoned thousands of centuries ago. In the center of the city there was a majestic temple, in which we found answers to all questions. What can make people powerful allies in our fight against the lost angels.