"Get up," I said.
No one moved.
"Get up," I said again, louder this time. "I am not a god. I am not something to be worshipped."
And still none of them moved. Ruggah raised his head. His single eye met mine, and there was something in it that I could not name.
What did I know about these times? I was a mage from a future where all the gods were gone, and for anyone in this age, what I had just accomplished could only mean one thing… that I was a god.
"You killed a god," Ruggah said, with deep conviction in his voice. "Only a more powerful god can kill a lesser god."
"I know what you believe. But belief does not make something true."
Ruggah blinked. I knew he did not believe me. "Then what are you?"
