What should one expect when told that god himself is giving them a gift? Would it perhaps be a sword, carved from the strongest of metals, or maybe a set of armor, meant to protect even the most reckless?
Perhaps if the god were a generous one, they would grant one a power, a life-saving charm, or maybe something as simple as letting them leave with their life.
But no, the God King offered him none of those.
"My child, what I'm about to give you is the gift of life."
Speaking no further, Leonidas's shadow stretched unnaturally wide, and Void reached into it. The god's hand simply passed through it without resistance, as if it were still water.
The shadows started rippling and writhing as if they were in pain, thrashing around the deck like an enraged animal in chains.
He clutched his chest, feeling a burning pain running through his body…and his soul. It was as if something fundamental was being detached from him.
