"The true trial?"
"What do you mean, old man? Speak clearly!" Quel's anger was palpable.
He would have loved nothing more than to tear the old man to shreds, to vent the rage boiling within him, but that was clearly impossible.
The old man now stood before them, his upper half in a human form, while the lower dissolved into smoke, reminiscent of demons from ancient legends.
"You wish to know the truth?"
"Very well," a sinister smile crept across the old man's face, his cold gaze deeply unsettling.
In a low, seductive tone, he whispered, "This is the trial left behind by the great deity. Should you pass the trial, you will ascend to become deities yourselves."
"The trial lies within the houses of this village. Each house bears a distinct number. You must undertake the trials in ascending order of these numbers. Only once all trials are conquered, will you earn the right to be deemed a deity."
