It never ends. I killed a god, only to watch another rise, wings unfurling against the sky. Now, I am the prey. The journey begins again, not with a quest for vengeance, but a desperate flight for survival. I carry the strength and scars of my last journey, my pack heavy with gear I earned through blood and pain. The mountains were my first refuge, but the biting snow was relentless, forcing me through the night without food or sleep. Already, the world tests my limits. And now, this new god… it's on my map.
It found me. The winged god descended from the peaks, a terrifying silhouette against the gray sky. There was no thought of fighting, only escape. I pushed my body, using the skills I honed, sprinting through the treacherous mountain paths until my lungs burned. I got away, but the chase left me battered and exhausted, collapsing under the stars without food or rest once more. This god is faster, more aggressive.
I found shelter in the shell of an old apartment building, a place frozen in time. A small stash of food and bits were a meager comfort. Sleep was stolen from me again that night, this time by the rumbling passage of a robot herd just outside my window. Hiding in the dark, listening to the metallic footsteps fade into the distance, I felt the familiar weight of exhaustion settle deeper into my bones.
The world has fallen strangely silent since my escape. I move through forests and mountains, finding only quiet ruins: a rusted-out grocery store, an old gas station, a forgotten farm. Each day, I scavenge what little I can—a meal bar here, some fruit there. I eat, I sleep, and I watch the icon for the god move across my map, a distant but constant threat. Compared to the brutal start of my last journey, these days feel almost… calm. But it's an unsettling calm. The god is out there, and I know this peace won't last.