Kapitel 1: Prequel: Triumph’s Return
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the bustling street. The air buzzed with anticipation as the news spread like wildfire – the Hero of the Gods was returning once again, victorious after annihilating another Demi-human village that threatened the peace of the realm.
As the hero emerged in the distance, the crowd surged forward, lining the cobblestone street, their eyes fixed on the figure clad in gleaming armor. Banners adorned with symbols of divine protection fluttered in the breeze, held by fervent supporters who hailed their champion.
Chants of "Hero of the Gods!" echoed through the air, a chorus of gratitude and admiration for the man who had been bestowed with otherworldly powers to defeat the demon lord years ago. The hero, his face obscured by the imposing helmet, rode atop a majestic steed with a steady stride that mirrored his unwavering resolve.
In the midst of the crowd, a small figure wiggled through the gaps of legs and skirts. A little boy, no more than seven years old, dashed into the street, his eyes sparkling with unbridled excitement. Ignoring the protests of his mother, he reached the center of the road just as the hero approached.
The hero, catching sight of the eager child, slowed his steed to a stop. A momentary hush fell over the crowd, allowing the boy's enthusiastic greeting to ring out. "Hero! Hero!" the child exclaimed, his tiny hands waving wildly.
The hero, towering above the child, raised his visor, revealing a weathered face etched with tales of battles fought and won. A warm smile softened the stern lines of his countenance as he dismounted, kneeling to be at eye level with the young admirer.
With a graceful motion, the hero produced a small pouch from his belt, filled with candies that sparkled like crystallized drops of victory. "For a brave young soul," he said, his voice carrying the weight of experiences and wisdom. The boy's eyes widened with awe as the hero handed him the sweet treasure.
The crowd erupted into cheers, their admiration for the hero growing even more profound. The child, beaming with joy, clutched the candy and waved excitedly as the hero mounted his steed once more. With a final nod to the crowd, the hero continued down the street, leaving behind a sea of grateful faces.
As the cheers reverberated through the air, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm afterglow on the city. The Hero of the Gods had returned, not only as a symbol of strength but also as a beacon of kindness, sharing a moment of sweetness with a young soul amid the echoes of victory.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein