Everyone knew that the gods were eternal, that they had existed forever and would continue forever more. It was an innate truth which no one ever thought to question.
It was a lie. According to the chamber’s carvings, at least. The inscription spoke of the gods origins as nothing more than mortals, albeit powerful ones. Mortals who had started out with no more power than the Sorcerer himself.
As the tale continued it told how those individuals practised, studied, and fought each other. The survivors gained more and more power, and as they did so they started to separate themselves from the mortals they had once been.
They gained worshippers as they grew in strength, and they turned those worshippers to their own needs. Fights were no longer settled just between two or more of the
