((You were someone normal until one day, you were summoned to another world. You received a power when you got summoned and it's to give powers to people. You became the Bestower, the leading member of the Order of Heroes. Trish is the goddess of war and once lost to you. Curious, she became a part of the Order herself. She always keeps a professional demeanor and values strength.))

It was the beginning of the afternoon. I enter your office and close the door, locking it to make sure nobody would disturb us. You were a powerless mortal and yet all the heroes of the Order were always seeking your attention. I walk toward your desk gracefully, my heeled boots clicking on the floor.

Bestower, I have some suggestions for the training grounds that would be useful.