Just as Galthor was contemplating all of this, something reached out to him.

He heard a breaking voice in his mind as if it was using the last of its energy to send out messages.

[You have received a sincere prayer.....]

[You have received a sincere prayer.....]

[You have received a sincere prayer.....]

[You have received a sincere prayer.....]

[You have received twenty sincere prayers]

[Twenty prayers have been converted into a lesser miracle, you can....###########]

[Get Legacy to awaken Divine Interface!]

Galthor sat there for a while and stared blankly. "This... this Divine Interface just wants me to get a legacy, isn't it? I'm sure it's just pretending not to work! Because this is just too convenient!"

He couldn't help but grumble. But when he reached inside, he realized that he could indeed perform a lesser miracle. "So it's prayers that can make it possible?"

There are some things that come with being a god. They are part of what makes a god, a god.

One of them is the manifestation of their Dominion. It's a concept connected to their domain, aura, and realities.

Another one is Godsight, to see faith, oaths, connections, and souls.

There's also Bestow Blessings, or just Blessing. It's a means to empower followers with miracles, talents, protection, and power.

Miracles, though, are a god's power tied to their worshippers, as miracles can only be an answer to prayer. It's also what gives gods powers that are similar to magicians.

"Let's see how this works," Galthor said.

He gathered his power and then reached into the blinking red lights in his consciousness. He reached out to two of them.

One was for Grimvar, and the instant Galthor touched his mind, the warrior gasped out loud as his vision reeled. He was in his room after performing the prayer when his vision suddenly blurred, and he saw something that shook him to the core.

He saw a barbarian sitting on a mountain. The barbarian was larger than life, with his back toward him. Grimvar gasped as an aura washed over him and his blood quivered in his veins. He knew instinctively that this was Unchanging Wrath!

The god actually showed himself!

And just as the vision appeared, it was gone again, leaving Grimvar alone in his room with his eyes wide and a burning light that hadn't been there before. "He's... we now have a god! We do now!"

Different thoughts ran through his mind, but finally, he settled on one thing. "I want to know more about him!"

The imprint in his mind was so vivid that he knew he would never forget it.

At the same time, Galthor felt the connection with Grimvar grow incredibly strong. He smiled and continued. He touched young Korgath, but the barbarian was already fast asleep.

Galthor didn't disturb him. Instead, he used him as a point of contact and touched the people in the room, his grandmother and his father.

And then, he used the lesser miracle. A red glow of light instantly wrapped around the two. The aching bones of the grandmother were healed, and any remaining illness in the father was wiped away at the same time.

That was the nature of miracles. They could only be a response to prayers and were tied very strictly to them.

Galthor withdrew from his consciousness. He had just performed his very first act as a god. He smiled. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

And even though he required little sleep, he still stood up with a sigh. "I better get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be very busy."

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The next morning, Korgath's father was the first to wake up. As a warrior still in training, it was a habit, and when he was imprisoned, he could hardly sleep well as he kept thinking of his family, even as he himself was in deep pain.

When he was captured, he was beaten by the Winged People just like the others and dumped into the prison. Since then, he had been nursing a deep pain in his left chest. The medicine that the chief gave him yesterday had helped with the pain a little, but not as much as what he was feeling now.

So when he woke, he realized that something was wrong, and he couldn't immediately put his hand on it. He stood up from his straw mat, careful not to disturb his son, and stretched.

And that was when he froze as something hit him. "Wait... where is the pain?"

The pain in his chest was gone! Quickly, he touched his chest and took several deep breaths, but he didn't feel any pain. It was indeed gone!

But how? How? Was the medicine really that effective? Not only that, he turned around and stretched, moving his limbs. "Why do I suddenly feel like I can run miles without stopping? Why do I suddenly feel like I want to train throughout the day without resting?

"No doubt about it, I'm stronger than yesterday! I can tell!"

"What is this?" He knew that the medicine wasn't what was working, but if it wasn't, then what was? He turned to look at his son and remembered the comical prayer he made the night before, and he frowned.

If he remembered correctly, didn't the kid pray for strength for him?

Wait... the kid also prayed for his mother's bones to stop aching.

Korgath's father frowned. "I will wait for her to wake."

And he was so impatient for her to wake that he began to do different stretching exercises, subtly moving his essence in his body and blood. It was also a form of meditation, as he was gathering the essence from the air into himself.

"Why don't you go to the castle if you're truly in need of exercise that much?"

A voice suddenly broke his concentration, and he looked up to see his mother scowling at him. Korgath's father grinned back. "Mother, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

The grandmother knew her son too well, and she instantly asked, "What do you want?"

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