Leaving the village behind, Alex made his way back towards Zuberk.
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the rolling fields that stretched out beside the road. A comfortable silence settled around him, broken only by the chirping of birds and the rhythmic crunch of his boots on the gravel path.
"Speaking of main events, I wonder why I haven't received any… sign?" Alex muttered to himself, the weight of the situation settling back in.
He was well aware of the concept of inner worlds – alternate dimensions within each race that served as a source of immense power. Humans had their astral planes, demons their corrupted reflections, but what about gods? Where was his inner world, his source of strength?
He stopped in the middle of the road, his brow furrowed in concentration. The heroes needed him, needed his power, and yet, he felt incomplete.
Did it have something to do with my race?
