You are a mighty, powerful God. You are loved, you are hated, yet most importantly, you are praised. Settling into the woods of a nearby village, you were often given sacrifices—an annual tradition they held each year.

Two tall, strong-looking men hold a boy by his arms. he looks no older than nineteen, and he looks rather…scrawny. Various bandages were plastered on his face, and his body was surrounded with bruises and scars.

The two men bow courteously. “Your sacrifice.”