Fatty's eyes welled with tears as he listened to the Fortune God's words. The weight of his destiny, his sudden rise to power, was overwhelming. He struggled to hold back sobs. "I won't fail you, Fortune lord," he stammered, his voice thick with emotion.
The Fortune God's presence faded completely, leaving behind only the echoes of his laughter. The sky returned to its normal blue, and the divine glow that had lingered around the War God Temple gradually dissipated, leaving the scene bathed in the natural light of the fading day.
As reality settled back into place, the blessed land lost its restrictions. Immediately the onlookers moved, rushing towards Kent, their eyes wide with awe and greed.
Everyone wanted a piece of the man who had drawn the attention of the gods. But as they approached, a powerful sword energy erupted around Kent, forming an impenetrable barrier that kept the crowd at bay.
The sword barrier cut anyone who approached it.
