Chapter 2: Growth and Conflict (edited)

Down below, the settlers were still marveling at their newfound understanding. Some were crafting more tools, others experimenting with sticks, stones, and even the bark of trees. But all movement ceased when a voice—deep, powerful, and absolute—resounded in their minds.

"Rise."

Every single one of them obeyed. Their bodies stiffened, their heads snapping upward. Eyes widened in terror, in awe, in something far greater than simple understanding.

For the first time, they had heard the voice of their god.

The young man exhaled, gripping the empty air around him as if it could steady his thoughts.

"I have their attention… now what?"

He needed to be careful. One wrong word, and he could send them down a path of blind fanaticism. He had no desire to create mindless zealots.

So he spoke again.

"Use the gifts I have given you. Learn. Build. Thrive."

Silence. Then—understanding.