I Am Not a God

Prologue

The city is burning with hellfire. It was as if the founding festival of Neravic didn't happen hours ago. The lanterns lining the street now burn a different light casting menacing shadows as it eats away what's left of the once proud city of Daltus. Monsters of different kind slaughter every man, woman, and child in sight, destroying the very foundation of the kingdom to rebuild a new empire. The Four Pillars of Neravic have just returned and yet none of them was in sight as the battle unfolds. The enemy is too strong for the weakened Pillars to fight.

This is the first of many, the fall of Daltus is the fall of Neravic. It is only a matter of time when the monsters of Alluah conquer the kingdom. Among the debris, man crawls towards the ruins of the castle, his missing limbs make it difficult for him to move yet he still tries to reach whatever's left of the sacred altar. He mumbles a prayer, one well known among the Pillars, and a shimmering translucent stone shot up the sky joining the three others in search of a new host. Just then a hand twice as large as any man's, with a freshly burnt flesh that doesn't seem to char, and the smell of fear and death so strong any being will tremble in fear, grabbed his neck.

It says, "So the weakest Pillar is the last to live." Gathering the last of his strength, the Wind Pillar attempted one last attack only to fail. He can feel every bit of his strength leaving him. Among all the Pillars, he does consider himself as the weakest one. He was planning to leave the capital when the fight started. He found his resolve at the very last minute but alas, it was too late, and his last words were, you're too late.