Chapter 6

The Apostates became stewards of balance—granting rain, healing wounds, and whispering forgotten names. They taught children to honor both earth and sky.

And in quiet moments, when rain tapped on rooftops, they remembered: *"We are more than supplicants. We are creators, dreamers, and survivors.

In the ancient city of Thalos, where marble temples touched the sky and the scent of incense hung heavy in the air, the gods walked among men. They reveled in their divine power, their whims shaping the fates of mortals. But as time flowed like a languid river, the gods grew weary.

The sun god, once blazed with fiery passion. His rays brought life to crops and warmth to lovers' embraces. But now, he felt forgotten. The people no longer marveled at his golden chariot across the sky; they were too busy with their own affairs.

Aelios brooded atop Mount Helion, his radiance dimmed. He watched the bustling city below, where humans scurried like ants. "Why do they not sing my praises?" he wondered. "Have I become irrelevant?"