A towering, dark-haired man is kneeling before a woman. His head is lowered, not merely in reverence, but because his mind cannot handle looking at her, for she is beyond comprehension. There exists no doubt within his mind concerning her claim of divinity for he could feel her presence down to his very soul.

“In the southern continent of this planet, a Dark Lord has appeared. He has united the demon tribes and threatens the entire world with his insatiable hunger for power and death,” declares the goddess. He shuffles in place, waiting for her to continue.

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“Already, his agents spread chaos across the world. His armies lay waste to all in their path, his dark magic blighting the land. The mere utterance of his name invokes terror.” Again, she pauses, and he can feel her gaze bore into him, peering into the depths of his mind and soul.

“I have summoned you from your world to slay him. Gather your strength, obtain allies, and march forth to his stronghold. The support of all realms stands firmly at your back. Be the hero this world needs, Ellis Price.”

He does not dare speak and merely bows his head further. He would not fail her, and he would not fail the people of this world.