The implications were staggering. Did it mean he would truly become a god? A being of immense power, worshipped by the villagers of Elera? A thrill of excitement danced down his spine, quickly followed by a wave of uncertainty. Was he even ready for such a responsibility?
He closed his eyes, picturing the hopeful faces of the villagers, their trust in him unwavering.
***
As dusk painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, Alex finally reached the gates of Elera village. The familiar scent of woodsmoke and freshly baked bread greeted him, a welcome change from the dusty roads he'd traversed. A knight, clad in gleaming armor, stood guard at the entrance.
"Good evening, Mr. Five, What brings you to Elera on this fine night?" he knight greeted with a respectful nod.
"Actually, I'd like to speak with the village elder. But since it's getting late, I was hoping to take some rest for the night."
