Roderic05

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 legs heavy, his breath ragged. His body screamed in protest-his cuts throbbed, his bruises ached, and his muscles burned from the relentless. battles. But he had no choice but to push forward. Stopping meant dying.

As he reached the third floor, the scenery shifted once more.

Instead of another battlefield or a narrow corridor, Elias found himself standing inside an ancient chamber. The walls were lined with glowing blue crystals, casting an eerie yet peaceful light. Unlike the previous floors, there was no immediate sign of danger.

The air was different here-soothing, almost welcoming.

"Floor 3: The Resting Grounds." "A reward for those who endure."

Elias frowned, his grip tightening on the rusted sword he had taken from the hollow warriors. A reward? No Trial was this kind. There had to be a trick, a hidden danger.

His gaze scanned the chamber warily until he spotted something at its center-a small stone pedestal. Upon it rested an ornate glass bottle filled with a shimmering golden liquid.

The moment his eyes landed on it, his entire body seemed to scream for it. His wounds burned hotter, his exhaustion pressed down on him like a weight. He had no idea how much blood he had already lost, but he knew one thing -he wouldn't last much longer without help.

The Trial had already shown him that mercy was rare in this world. What if the moment he reached for it, some monster would appear? What if drinking it came with a cost?

But another wave of pain shot through his ribs, and the answer became clear. If he didn't take it, he'd die before reaching the next floor.

Gritting his teeth, Elias stepped forward.

He moved cautiously toward the pedestal, his heart pounding, expecting something-anything -to lunge at him. But the chamber remained still.

Finally, he reached the potion. Up close, the golden liquid inside shimmered as though infused with sunlight itself. It was unlike. anything he had ever seen.

The moment his fingers closed around the glass, warmth flooded through his body-not pain, not power, but something different. Relief.

A single word appeared before him.

"Elixir of Recovery: Drink to restore wounds and strength."

Elias didn't hesitate any longer. He uncorked the bottle and drank.

The effect was instant. Warmth spread through his veins, dulling the pain, mending his broken skin, soothing his aching muscles. The bruises faded. The cuts along his arms and torso sealed shut. His strength returned like a fire rekindled.

For the first time since stepping into the Trial, Elias felt whole again.

He exhaled sharply, staring down at his now-healed hands in disbelief. This power... this was what he needed.

A low chime echoed. More text appeared.

A new staircase appeared at the far end of the chamber.

Elias clenched his fists. The Trial had given him a taste of mercy.

But he knew better than to expect kindness again.

He tightened his grip on his sword and stepped forward.

Because the next time he bled, there might not be a potion waiting for him.

And he would have to endure without it.

Chapter 9: A Taste of Mercy