I was ready.
Or at least, I told myself I was. My heart pounded in my chest like a war drum. No one—literally no one—had ever received all the blessings of the gods and goddesses. Not a single soul. No records. No stories. No guarantees. The truth was, I had no idea what kind of side effects might come from taking on this much divine power. For all I knew, my body could explode into light—or worse.
But even so… I had to do it.
This was my duty as the Child of Fate, the one chosen by the Goddess of Benevolence. No matter what happened, I would bear this power for her—for the world—for everyone who couldn't.
The gods and goddesses now surrounded me in a wide circle, forming a ritual array around the ancient magic circle carved into the floor of the Spire of the Forgotten Goddess.
