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It can't be a coincidence, can it, that both of them were sent to meet with the Gods. And, in both cases, Kyne showed up at that place at the same time as the person who made the pilgrimage. Maybe it was another case of coincidence, or part of the grand plan. Maybe Kyne was going to recruit her and Jamison and, together, they would travel to go and meet with the Gods.

Somehow, though, even Gabriela couldn't be that optimistic.

This didn't feel like a journey that could continue. This didn't feel like a story that could go on for much longer. This felt more like the end of the story.

Jamison turns, opening his mouth. He doesn't know these people who have come here, and he's not sure how to greet them. His eyes flicker nervously to Gabriela. She is very pretty, and not too young for someone like him to be properly attracted to. If someone were to ask him he might just admit that he actually was very attracted to her in that moment. It wasn't just his normal shyness.

But, before he could even speak those words of greeting, Kyne's open palm smashed into his face.

Jamison's glasses shattered and he was knocked back off of his feet. He had the build of someone who had been a bit of a shrimp, a desk worker before, and had slowly gained hands on skills and a bit of muscle over the last half of a year. But, despite all that, he was easily overpowered by the seemingly small guy known as Kyne.

Kyne struck him so hard that he stumbled backward, fell, and slid across the ground.

"Ugh!" Jamison ended up at the edge of the bottomless pit. Yet, somehow, he found the strength to hold onto something. He didn't fall. He held himself up, as any mortal should do when faced with death! He looked very strong and courageous in that moment.

"Kyne, what are you doing?" Gabriela says, walking up behind him as he approaches the Altar of the Gods.

"I think she probably wants to hear a story with unexpected and exciting twists, don't you?" Kyne replies, answering her question from yesterday. "I think she wants a story of heroes facing impossible odds and the raw human emotion that is created from those kinds of circumstances. It's a tone you can only create if you're not afraid to senselessly kill off heroes, destroy the world, and create a real sense of danger in the text."

"Because, in that kind of story you can find it; Brief moments of true, pure, really... it's just really... she'd say... Really interesting stuff! Weak and cowardly folk who are forced into situations where they must be brave or perish. Guys who are brought down by their own vital character flaws. Senseless and stupid cruelty -- because you will always have those with amazing courage and will standing up against it."

"What are you doing, Kyne?!" Gabriela shouts at him.

"I'm creating my Champions, of course," Kyne tells her. "You're the first one."

"Did you think those prophetic dreams were a natural power? We already concluded it was a divine intervention. You came to that shrine for exactly that purpose, didn't you...?"

"No," Gabriela retorts. "I came to the Shrine of Storms because I needed to find a way to save our world."

"Relax, don't worry. We're only beginning to tell the story," Kyne responds. "Things need to become really terrible first, otherwise there's nothing to save. You can understand that much... can't you?"

Gabriela knew what he said was true but it sounded completely absurd. They were going to try and destroy the world just so that it could be saved? All for the sake of telling a story? What kind of madness, what kind of disregard for the sanctity of life was needed for such a plot...?
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