Becoming Greater Than a God

Without his powers, he faced the raiders alone. They laughed at the fool charging

with bare hands until he used their own weapons against them, turning mortal cunning

into his greatest strength. Village saved, he collapsed bleeding. An old woman tended

his wounds and whispered the truth. The gods hadn't punished him for arrogance but for

discovering their secret. They were fading, sustained only by mortal belief.

They needed a champion who understood vulnerability, who could walk among people not as a deity but as one

of them. His fall wasn't punishment. It was preparation for becoming something

greater than a god.