The Revelation

Viracocha hesitated, his expression tightening as if he were grappling with the weight of what he was about to say. Finally, he exhaled deeply and spoke, his tone heavy with reverence and caution.

"Kaleon isn't just the creator of Mythica," he began, his voice steady but laced with unease. "He's omnipotent. Invincible. There is no force in existence that can rival his strength. His essence is... overwhelming, to put it mildly."

Oh boy... don't tell me this is what I think it is?

He paused, his piercing gaze locking onto me.

"And you... you reek of that essence. The Unknown Gods may not have noticed because the trace is faint, almost imperceptible. But I'm different. My senses are sharp. I can feel it. If you're carrying even a shred of his essence, it can only mean one of two things."