The sun is slowly setting behind the Apennine Mountain Range of the Roman Empire. The last rays are falling on the emblem of the god Mithras slaying a sacred bull. A few priests are offering evening prayers. It’s the holy temple of the mysterious Mithraea Warrior Sect! Two very beautiful eyes are looking at the setting sun. He had distinct facial features with a trace of childishness. He is wearing a white tunic which is now stained with blood and vomit. He is Amadeus. A servant disciple who had stayed in the Mithraea Warrior Sect for less than one year. Amadeus looked over his shoulder. He was carrying a middle-aged man covered in blood and with broken bones. The middle-aged man on his back is the lowest wilding in the Mithraea Warrior Sect, the wilding with no human rights! Amadeus exhaled deeply, then he looked at the Apennine Mountain Range, which runs north to south in the Roman Empire. It was connected to a thousand miles of land, like a hibernating flood dragon. Amadeus started walking again. His destination was the Thought Valley!