The adventurer slowly smiled, 'I only have to avoid three strikes'
Jeren smiled seeing the shift in his reaction.
"You see?" Jeren's voice carried clearly over the stunned silence. "The gods themselves want you to succeed. They offer their blessings, their power, their favor. All you need to do is fight. Entertain them. Show them your worth."
The adventurer's hands moved to his weapons, no longer trying to run. His eyes fixed on the Centurion with new determination, new confidence born from divine promises.
Somewhere beyond the mortal realm, in spaces between spaces where gods dwelled, divine voices rang out with anticipation.
"Finally!" a voice boomed—the God Poloneus, leaning forward eagerly. "Look at his stance now. He has the bearing of a true warrior! This one might actually do it!"
