GodWithWings

Ch 34 - When Fire and Faith Intertwine

[Warning: Orrvyn has slain a soul belonging to another god.]
[Warning: You’ve gained 10 Divinity Points.]

I might be in serious trouble now.

Even if this brought consequences, there was little I could have done differently. The spiders had attacked my tribe. Standing by while they were slaughtered would’ve been no different from dying myself.

I kept one eye on the tribe - on Tekla. She couldn’t draw on my divine power without me allowing it, so I couldn’t...

Ch 33 - The Prayer That Was Heard

“I swear my soul to your name,” Roy shouted, his voice trembling but firmer than ever. “I don’t want an afterlife! Use me. Use every part of me, but save my family. Please, High Father… please!”

Even before his final words left his lips, something stirred in my divine realm. And beside Tekla’s star, a second one ignited - crimson and brilliant, far brighter than anything I had seen before. Its glow pulsed violently, as though it could barely contain what had awakened withi...

Ch 32 - When The World Went Still

The moment Mirion laid eyes on the massive spider mutant, he broke into a full charge, carving through smaller ones as if they weren’t even there. His axe swung wide and fast, the crimson edge soaked in green blood by the time he reached the midpoint.

The giant spider finally noticed him, it's dark gray eyes darting upward, but by then, Mirion was already airborne, axe raised, its surface gleaming under the sunlight.

This one, however, wasn’t like the rest.

The creature ...

Ch 31 - Then the Ground Moved

“He will protect us!” Mel shouted, standing her ground as the swarm of spider mutants charged. Her voice was small but unwavering, defiance burning in her eyes as she stared down the grotesque creatures that saw her as nothing more than an easy meal.

Even if it was blind faith, even if she'd been swept up in the tribe’s blind belief in the Gods, her bravery was still real. Commendable, even. But more than that, I couldn’t let the child Tekla had just promised a blessing...

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Ch 30 - To Be Worthy of His Grace

My gaze lingered on the sword, embedded in the ground, before shifting forward.

There were two thrones beyond it, both proud symbols of rule.

My gaze was instantly pulled toward the left one, sitting above a floor of drifting clouds, the same kind of mist as Window within my divine realm. 

It showed tens of thousands of Velmoryns kneeling in unison, clad in deep crimson armor. Some held rune-carved staves, others gripped bows that shimmered faintly with...

Ch 29 - The Sword Awaits Above

Shit, I fell asleep.

The cold hit me first.

My soaked clothes, still damp from sweat and the fountain water, clung to my skin uncomfortably. The wall I’d slumped against didn’t help - its chill seeped straight into my bones, making the sensation even worse.

I stood up and stretched, rotating each joint slowly to get some warmth back into my limbs. I had no change of clothes, so I was left with two options - walk wet or walk naked. And I wasn’t desperate enough...

Ch 28 - He Who Walks Among Gods

I won’t be able to dodge this.

My instincts screamed at me. Every part of my body wanted to curl in, to shield the vulnerable spots with my arms and brace for impact. But I forced that reflex down and kept running, eyes locked on the stone arc ahead. It wasn’t far. Just a few more steps. If I could reach it, I might have survived.

But the dragon’s fire was almost on me.

I tried to use Phantom Step. I reached for it, but the skill refused to tr...

Ch 27 - The Chamber with Crimson Eye

I knew instantly I wouldn’t be able to block or dodge the creature’s charge. So instead, I used Phantom Step.

Black smoke burst around me as I vanished, reappearing a few steps away in the shadow of a nearby tree.

My hand reached instinctively for the hilt of my greatsword, tightly strapped across my back. The blade felt heavier than usual, due to the strain my body was still under, but not so much that I couldn’t wield it. I shifted my stance, lowering my c...

Ch 26 - Cruel Surprise

Hearing the strain in Aria’s voice, I chose not to approach.

She stood still, almost statue-like, her gaze still fixed on the inscription. For a moment, it was as though the runes had rooted her in place. Then she turned back toward us, her face once again composed as her usual calm returned.

“The inscription has changed,” she said, in a surprisingly neutral voice. “It now reads: ‘Only four shall pass.’”

Her tone remained controlled, but I noticed the subtle tw...

Ch 25 - A Dungeon Not Yet Claimed

“If you truly are the blessed one,” he said, voice low and solid, “I have a request for you.”

“What request?” I asked, letting the tension in my shoulders ease. At least he wasn’t looking to start a fight.

“Help us exterminate the nest of these spiders,” he said, turning and calling out to someone behind him. “Ariel, bring the map.”

I followed his gaze and saw a female Velmoryn. She was burlier than me, carrying a thick log like it was a walking stick.<...

Ch 24 - Voice of the God

I read the entire notification in an instant, my excitement pushing everything else aside.

So classes aren’t randomly assigned? Or was this just a coincidence?

Tekla, the one with the purest devotion, even stronger than Roy’s, had been granted the Priestess class. Unless this was some absurd stroke of luck, it meant the system, or whatever force determined class assignment, ...

Ch 23 - A Smile Worth a Miracle

Seeing Huanir like that - helpless, bleeding, his eyes locked on me like I was the last flicker of light in a collapsing world, made me care more than I expected.

Maybe it was the five Divinity Points I’d spent on him. Or maybe it was because he reminded me of my cat.

Either way, I didn’t want him to die.

But I couldn’t afford to burn ten more Divinity Points on Destruction, and I already knew I wasn’t going to reach him in time, not before the spide...

Ch 22 - Save Me

“Praise be to the God of Velmoryn!” I shouted, raising my voice as much as I could. I wasn’t trying to make a declaration of faith, I wanted attention. And I got it. Several heads turned, eyes locking onto me from across the battlefield.

I didn’t have the power to win this fight as I was. Huanir wasn’t coming. My blade couldn’t pierce the chitin of the spider mutant, and I was nearly out of mana. The vessel’s abilities weren’t enough on their own.

So I reached for ...

Ch 21 - When Monsters Collide

“Spider mutants. Many of them,” I said, tensing instinctively. “And they seem to be already fighting...”

Everyone froze.

For a heartbeat, no one moved. All eyes shifted to Teryo, waiting for the order.

But it wasn’t him who moved first.

It was Huanir.

A low growl built in his throat as he kicked off the dirt. The ground behind him scattered. He bolted toward the sound without hesitation, without even glancing back.

I didn’t hesitate either. Drop...

Ch 20 - The Price of Power

Aria’s expression turned bitter. She looked hesitant to say more, and for a moment, I felt a hint of regret through our connection.

“What do you mean by…” I started, wanting to push further, but she cut me off.

“Spells demand two things - mana flowing through the body, and emotion,” she said. “The more runes one learns, the stronger the emotion tied to that magic becomes… but in return, some other emotion begins to fade.”

Her gaze drifted toward the cave, l...

Ch 19 - Faith Has Its Favorites

“Thank the Goddess you’re alive,” Vaelari exclaimed, rushing to Teryo and slipping under his shoulder to help him in.

Teryo was still gasping for air. He glanced around the cave, and the moment his eyes landed on the Tharuun, the color drained from his face.

“W-what is that Tharuun doing here?” His voice was low, wary. He didn’t look away from the beast, and the beast didn’t look away from him.

Tharuun made a sound - rough, guttural. Not quite hostile. More lik...

Ch 18 - You Shall Protect Them

I can’t let him die.

Vaelari was the only healer the tribe had and I needed him alive, at least until someone else could take his place.

I glanced at Averon, still sleeping soundly. Unfortunately, divine power had no effect on him, or I’d have shaken the vessel awake already. I tried sensing part of my consciousness that was permanently linked to it, but it was in some strange, slumbering state too.

Fine. I’ll do it myself.

I focused on the divi...

Ch 17 - Echoes of a Fallen God

I held the crystal tightly, straining to force my mana into it.

The veins on my forehead bulged from the pressure. My face was flushed, almost feverish, but no matter how hard I tried, the mana inside me refused to respond.

“Aria,” I called out, still gripping the crystal, “how do I channel my mana into it?”

She didn’t move, pretending to sleep.

I kept staring at her back. She remained completely silent, unmoving, but I knew she was awake. Eventually, she mov...

Ch 16 - Holding Heavy Memories

By the time we entered the forest, it was early afternoon. The sun was nearly at its peak, but the forest remained as dark and gloomy as ever. Towering trees blocked out most of the light, and the few beams that slipped through were thin and frail, their glow barely visible. Still, despite the dimness, the temperature was mild, and the damp smell in the air was easier to tolerate than before.

I walked on the right flank of the group. Every step I took sounded like a metal ball rolling a...

Ch 15 - What Else She Left Behind

Everything tastes so bland without salt and spices, I grumbled, glancing around for something to wipe my greasy fingers on.

Velmoryns didn’t use napkins. Instead, they shared one large bowl of water to wash their hands. Just looking at it made me feel dirtier. No way was I sticking my fingers in that cesspool. So I walked all the way to the river again.

If I find anyone in this tribe who can use water element and has been hiding it, I’ll skin them alive.

Ch 14 - A Cold Deal

“You’re not Velmoryn,” Aria said, smirking.

I froze. Her smile didn’t help. If she decided to kill me, I wouldn’t be able to stop her, my vessel wasn’t strong enough.

Should I strike first? Use the element of surprise? 

I considered taking the initiative, but quickly brushed the idea off. If it came down to a confrontation, I could kill her easily using Destruction. I wasn’t going to let my vessel be destroyed. Not for anyone.

Ch 13 - A Ritual for the Sun, A Gaze from the Moon

I looked around, making sure no one was watching. I was cautious, still on edge after what Aria had said - just as I tried to isolate myself and inspect the pouch, she approached and told me to find her later.

I didn’t know how, but I wanted to avoid that private discussion.

There’s not a single Velmoryn in this tribe I trust less than Aria, I muttered inwardly, opening the pouch carefully. The unease faded almost instantly, pushed aside by a wave of childlike excitem...

Ch 12 - Welcome to the Tribe, Brother

What the hell is she trying to pull? Is she testing my strength?

I didn’t care about fighting that scout. He was weaker than Roy, and I was confident I could beat even Roy in a one-on-one. That wasn’t the issue. What annoyed me was someone else making decisions on my behalf.

Sure, technically, I could refuse. But I had no doubt Aria would spin that into a reason to exile me. And I needed to stay. I needed to be part of the tribe.

Fine. I’ll play along. But...