A rusted iron sword snapped in two and clattered across the cobblestones of the divine marketplace.
Leo watched a novice god named Silas fall to his knees and weep over the broken weapon. Silas ruled a small mountain domain called Stormpeak. He had spent his last thousand points of faith on the weapon just two days ago to arm his local militia. Now the blade was snapped in half. Silas clutched the useless jagged metal and realized his borders were defenseless against the wandering beasts of the tutorial zone.
The City of Gods hummed with the frantic energy of the impending tutorial deadline. The protective borders would fall in less than four days. Terrified students clustered around the bronze and silver terminals. They drained their meager faith accounts on fragile military gear. They
