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In a world ruled by gods—ancient Greek gods, elemental deities, and even angels and devils—mortals are mere pawns in the hands of the divine. For centuries, humans have bowed before these gods, their fates decided by the whims of immortal beings.

But not all mortals are content to be ruled.

Amidst this divine hierarchy, Elias stands as a broken man, consumed by rage and a thirst for revenge. His family was slaughtered by the strongest of the gods, a being so powerful, so terrifying, that no mortal could even comprehend their true strength. Elias was left for dead, the ruins of his home smoldering as his family perished in the divine purge. All he has now is hatred and a singular goal: to gain power—enough to challenge the god who took everything from him.

His only hope lies in the Trial, a legendary dungeon created by the gods themselves. This dungeon is rumored to grant immense power to those who can survive its challenges, but there’s a catch: only the strongest can endure the Trial’s horrors.

Though Elias is weak, his burning desire for vengeance has awakened something within him—a mysterious ability known as Absorption. Whenever he kills an enemy, he can absorb their power, taking their strength for his own. But each victory comes with its own toll, and as Elias grows stronger, he learns that absorbing too much power can come at a great cost.

As he ventures into the Trial, Elias faces not only the powerful creatures of the dungeon but also divine obstacles set in place by the gods to protect their secrets. But with every challenge he overcomes, his power grows, and he begins to uncover the dark truth behind his family’s murder—the identity of the god who killed them.

With his newfound strength and a thirst for vengeance, Elias must decide whether to continue down the path of revenge, or to challenge the very gods who rule over the world. But time is running out, and the gods are not so easily slain.

Will Elias become the harbinger of a new era—one where gods no longer reign—or will he succumb to the trials and his own dark ambitions?


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Genres: Action, Fantasy, Drama, Revenge, Adventure
Themes: Power, Revenge, Corruption, Divine Politics, Betrayal

Trial Of The Fallen Gods

Elias ascended the stone staircase, his breath heavy from the first battle. Blood-some his, some the goblins'-dripped onto the steps as he climbed toward the second floor. His body ached, his wounds throbbed, but the rush of victory burned within him.

He had killed. He had absorbed. He had

As he stepped onto the second floor, the environment shifted. The open battlefield of the first floor was gone, replaced by a narrow corridor of cracked stone walls, lit by flickering blue torches. The air was colder here, and something felt... wrong.

The same glowing text appeared in front of him:

Elias tensed, scanning his surroundings. The

silence was unnerving. No goblins this time. No rusted gates bursting open. Just the steady echo of his footsteps as he moved deeper into the corridor.

Figures stood motionless in the darkness-humanoid shapes clad in tattered armor, their eyes hollow voids. They lined the corridor like forgotten sentinels, swords and axes resting in their skeletal hands. They did not move, did not breathe.

Elias took a cautious step forward.

The nearest figure jerked to life.

A hollow warrior lunged at him with unnatural speed, its rusted blade slicing through the air. Elias barely dodged, the tip of the sword grazing his shoulder. He stumbled back as the other warriors began to move, their empty eyes locking onto him.

And this time, his enemies were not alive.

The first warrior struck again. Elias ducked low, his instincts screaming, and grabbed a loose stone from the floor. With all his strength, he smashed it into the hollow's skull. The creature staggered, but it did not fall. It felt nothing.

No pain. No hesitation. Just endless, mindless pursuit.

Its blade slashed at him again, and he barely twisted out of the way. Another warrior advanced from behind. His breath hitched. Too many. Too fast.

He couldn't fight them like the goblins. These things were stronger. More durable. He needed a

His eyes darted to the hollow warrior's rusted sword.

He lunged forward, ignoring the risk, and grabbed the weapon from its grip. The hollow resisted, but Elias gritted his teeth and wrenched it free, kicking the creature back. The weight of the blade was wrong, its edge dull, but it was his now.

The first strike connected, severing a hollow's arm. The creature did not react, did not even acknowledge the loss, but Elias didn't stop. Не drove the sword through its chest, twisting the

blade until the light in its hollow eyes flickered and died.

Another surge of power coursed through him. Absorption.

It was faint-less than what he had taken from

the goblins-but it was there. A fraction of the hollow's strength, its endurance, now belonged to him.

The other warriors came at him relentlessly. But Elias was faster now. Stronger. He dodged their clumsy swings, countering with savage strikes of his own. He fought like a man possessed, cutting them down one by one.

Minutes passed, or maybe hours. He lost count.

By the time the last warrior crumbled, Elias was

panting, covered in blood and dust, his body screaming in pain. But he was alive.

His grip on the sword tightened. He no longer felt like the same weakling who had stepped into the Trial. His body was adapting. Growing.

A familiar chime echoed. The text appeared

Another staircase materialized ahead.

Elias wiped the sweat from his brow, his breath steadying.

Chapter 8: The Trial's Awakening