God Generation
"Hey there, just got back from the elven kingdom, you know, the usual," Lyra chuckled, "How've you been, Alex? Last time I saw you, you were still a rookie, haha!"
A wave of recognition washed over the crowd. This woman, Lyra, wasn't just some stranger; she was one of their own, the village's beloved elf archer.
A murmur of realization rippled through the villagers.
Alex, a wry smile playing on his lips, nodded at Lyra. "Looking good yourself, A lot's changed since then, that's for sure. Here I am now..." he trailed off, gesturing to himself and the surrounding crowd, a silent acknowledgement of his unexpected position.
Lyra, her curiosity burning bright, settled down beside Alex on the log. "So, the rumors are true then," she began, her voice barely a whisper. "You've become a god... somehow."