The same mortals who had once felt abandoned by the gods now saw themselves acknowledged, if only briefly. The silent heavens had spoken again, and even the faintest whisper of divine attention was enough to ignite a continent-wide frenzy.
Among the gods entangled in this upheaval, one was far from pleased.
Ikem, felt his anger flare and fade as quickly as a spark. When the rumors of Erik's supposed transgression reached him, his wrath was immediate but not enduring. After Erik survived, he simply withdrew his blessing.
To Ikem, that was punishment enough.
He knew Erik well his discipline, his intellect, and his relentless pursuit of perfection. Without divine guidance, Erik's great work would falter, his ambitions crumble beneath their own weight. Deprived of the god's favor, Erik's path toward his grand goal would become all but impossible.
With that done, Ikem turned his attention away from mortals. He had more personal matters to attend to.
