"You are the hero chosen by the gods," the priest continued.
"You have been summoned to—"
I stood up.
The chanting stopped.
My body felt wrong.
Heavier.
Denser.
But my balance was intact.
The priest reached for a crystal at his chest.
I crossed the distance before his fingers closed around it.
My elbow struck his throat.
Bone collapsed.
Sound died in his lungs.
He fell.
The others screamed.