Silence weighed heavily on the fishing village. Only the creak of broken wood and the murmur of the sea accompanied Jax as he descended from the sky, his armor bathed in golden light. Every step echoed as if the earth itself recognized his authority.
The old man who had knelt looked up at him with teary eyes, trembling.
"Who… who are you?" he asked, barely a whisper.
Jax looked down at him, his deep and steady voice rising above the crowd.
"I am the divine emissary of the God of Dreams. I have come in His name to bring peace and hope to the noble and good men of this village. Your prayers have been heard, and your suffering will not go unnoticed."
A murmur spread among the villagers. Some stepped back in fear, others glanced at one another in disbelief.
"A god…? Here… in this forgotten place?" asked a woman, her face marked by hunger.
Jax extended a hand, and a soft light blossomed from his palm, bathing the crowd in a comforting warmth.
