Gods among us

d the very foundations of the earth. The air itself carried the scent of destiny, thick with the promise of power and the weight of inevitable war. Without hesitation, Jorge sought out the newb

red tread. The Land of Fedotu-a cursed, sacred, and forgotten realm-welcomed them with an eerie stillness. The air was thick with whispers, voices that belonged to neither the living nor the dead, murmuring of things to co

ds that had never known defeat. He had been born into war, a son of Bulodia the Unbreakable, the fiercest warrior to ever lead the Amado army. He had traine

he one beyond. Each night, Jorge whispered lessons of the old ways, of the warriors who had come before, of the forces that sought to shape destiny. Marr listened, even in his infancy,

for five hundred years, had declared a grand festival to mark his reign. The people rejoiced, unaware that beneath the feasts and music lay a darker purpose: the unspoken s

rried Marr to the High Mountain of Gbarantoru, a place where the echoes of the Ancestors whispered through the winds. Here, in the sacred solitude of the mo

through his veins, accelerating his body and mind beyond the limits of normal men. Within a mere month, Marr no longer resembled an infant. He was a youth, his strength undeniable, his presence a beacon of something both fe

l saw him

n by the Upper Chamber Guards, the king's enforcers who carried out his will without question. They laughed as they struck him, their cruelty masked as law, th

ased from the world before they even understood what had happened. The merchant gasped, stumbling backward, his eyes wide wi

one, his face dark with fury. "The boy thinks himself a god

mon the sorcerers. Summon

the air. The night grew still, the wind carrying an unspoken warning. They were coming. The king's army-one hundred and twenty of his most feared

the horizon. He had alre

sed, his voice almost amused. But tonight, he

de carved through armor, flesh, and bone. The once-mighty warriors fell like wheat before the scythe, their numbers dwindling until one hundred an

only Marr and Jorge stood be

w her-a young woman struggling against a man who boasted that his power was absolute, that the government

flick of his wrist, the man fell dead, his

ng, looked up at h

hand. "Someone who do

the only kindness he knew. For the first

s stirred. The king was not the greatest of t

seen what M

were no