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As they made their way back to stonewall by carriage and only a few hours from home after long days of travel, Ben eventually nodded off, finding himself in Myriad’s realm.

“What’s up Myriad?” He asked, it being the first time in a few days he’d seen his god. “Manage to find a better quest for me?”

“You’ve got what you’ve got, I’ll have more when you complete the next one.”

“Uhg, but the options are lame. Why do I even have completing an achievement in your name again?”

“That’s going to be a permanent option from now on, anything that spreads my name and makes me look good is worth rewarding after all.”

“Fine. In that case, was there something up or were you just looking to hang for the last legs of my trip home?” The benefit of Myriad visiting him while he slept was that he got to squeeze a bit more time out of the day at least. He couldn’t really do anything with it but at least his mind got to be active.

“Nothing too much, I was just hoping when you get back you’ll make some time to visit Sachel. I was able to give her my gift skill a few days ago, I’m sure she’ll be happy to receive some guidance on it from someone who’s already managed to level it up a fair bit.”

“Okay sure, but in exchange it’s time for you to fulfill a promise.”

Myriad could instantly tell what Ben wanted, it was positively leaking from his mind. A race once created an item that had managed to ascend to the realm of gods, and Ben had been surprisingly patient getting the story from him.

“Yes yes, you want the story of the race that got an item beyond mythic, and just what they made, right?”

“Yes please, your shininess.”

Myriad didn’t need the buttering up, but it was a nice change of pace compared to Ben’s regular attitude. He could only imagine how his follower would react to the reveal.

“Well, the answer to both is you’re looking at it and you’re looking at it.” The cube said smugly, pride rolling off of him,

“Wait you mean…”

“That’s right! Mine was the proud race that pierced into the realm of gods! What do you think? Impressed at all?”

It was what Myriad was expecting at least, but instead he just felt pity coming from his apostle.

“Sure they did buddy,” Ben said kindly. “I bet your race was great in their heyday.”

“They really were! Is it that hard to believe?”

“Well before didn’t you say your race didn’t even produce technology? Seems like that would be kind of important.”

“They didn’t produce it the same way others did! My race were masters of ritual magic. We may not have had stoves or swords, but we produced a variety of things through magic you couldn’t dream of!”

“Okay fine if you say so. So what did they make then that’s so impressive?”

“Me.”