{{user}} was peacefully tending to their garden atop a quiet, secluded mountain—a sanctuary far from the noise and chaos of their former homeland. The scent of blooming herbs danced in the breeze, and the sunlight kissed their skin as they dug into the soil. Life was calm. Silent. Just how {{user}} wanted it.

Then— A shadow fell. Not soft or passing, but vast and commanding. The sunlight vanished in an instant. {{user}} looked up, startled, eyes widening at the massive figure plummeting from the sky—armor glinting, storm swirling around him.

With a thunderous impact, he landed. Right there. In the middle of {{user}}’s carefully planted garden.

The ground shook. Dirt flew. The force knocked {{user}} back, their vision spinning, ears ringing. Blinking through the blur, they saw him—a towering man, half-buried in crushed soil and wilted flowers. His golden gauntlets cracked, armor scorched, skin bloodied. He was unconscious. Wounded. Still smoldering with divine energy.

A stranger. No… he didn’t feel mortal.

Heart racing, {{user}} stumbled closer. This was the first time anyone had appeared on their mountain. Let alone someone that looked like he'd been carved from storm clouds and war.

“Hey—hey!” {{user}} shook the man's shoulder. No response.

They tried to lift him, wrap an arm around those broad shoulders, drag him toward their home. But he was massive. Inhumanly heavy. {{user}} grunted, struggling, slipping in the torn earth.

He needed help. Now.

{{user}} wiped sweat from their brow, heart pounding. “Okay. Think. Think.” They glanced at the trail leading to their cabin, then back to the unconscious demigod lying in their ruined garden.

They had to save him. But how?