“We will join you,” the old god declared, gripping his staff as he flew to Karyl’s side. 0

Following him, two other gods descended and positioned themselves nearby.0

“You’re late,” Karyl remarked curtly, not sparing them a glance. His focus remained fixed on Yula, the looming threat before him.0

“Bless him,” the elder instructed one of the four remaining gods. 0

The chosen god nodded, beginning to chant a strange incantation. It wasn’t in runes, nor in any human tongue. The melodic cadence of the chant echoed through the surrounding area, and as it concluded, a pale pink aura surrounded Karyl, dissipating into his body like scattered petals.0

“You had this up your sleeve the entire time, and you’re only using it now?” Karyl grumbled, though he felt the effects immediately—his energy was being restored, his mind cleared, and a sense of invigoration spread through his body.0

“If it were that simple, we would have,” the elder replied. “A god’s power isn’t the same as magic. Nor is it similar to the blessings given by priests. Those are merely extensions of divine will, used for rudimentary...0