His voice turned serious, a lifetime of battle etched in his tone. "...I've never believed in gods in my entire life. Even the people around me, they pray and worship, but their gods never seem to lift a finger to help. They're distant figures, content to watch from the clouds while we mortals struggle below."
Alex listened intently, a respect blossoming for the legendary warrior. Here was a man who relied on his own strength, his own skills, not on the whims of some unseen deity.
A smile tugged at Alex's lips. "You're not wrong… And that's kind of the point of the Grinding People. We don't believe in gods who sit back and let things happen. We believe in hard work, in pushing ourselves to be better."
He tapped his chest with his knuckles. "I might call myself a god, but I'm also a grinder. I fight, I train, I work alongside my followers. We're all in this together."
