In the distance, amid the ruins of a once-grand palace, Barry spotted a figure lying motionless on the ground. Drawing closer, he recognized the distinctive garb and regal bearing of a god.
Rushing to the fallen deity's side, Barry knelt beside him, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. To his relief, he saw that the god was still alive, albeit barely clinging to consciousness.
With gentle urgency, Barry reached out to offer assistance, his voice filled with concern as he addressed the wounded deity. "Are you alright? What happened here?"
The god stirred weakly, his eyes fluttering open as he struggled to speak. "It was... an ambush," he managed to gasp, his voice barely above a whisper. "We were... caught off guard. They... they came out of nowhere..."
