Romans & histoires Who Is The Main Character In Tower Of God

I stared in front of me because there appeared to be a figure emerging from the smoke. In the heart of the sanctuary's mountains, I could clearly see a large tower. It's a little ancient and overgrown with weeds, but it appears to be in good condition. "This is the Tower of Chaos," the deity said right away. I'm not sure why, but what she said immediately made me nervous. I looked around since my surroundings were gradually becoming brighter, and I saw a large room with a brick wall. The lamps in the room began to ignite one by one. I returned my gaze to the smoke, releasing the vision.

“This is where it gets interesting.” Tamara turned the page. *The Moon-Blessed served the Forgotten God for thousands of years. But they were slaves, not kids. Tools, not people. Until one stood up the strongest Bridge ever born.* The picture showed a woman who looked just like Tamara—same silver and gold hair, same strange eyes, same impossible beauty that wasn't quite human. *She killed the Forgotten God. Or tried to. Gods don’t die easy. They become something else, something smaller. They hide in bloodlines and wait.*

She grabs the giant by his collar, pulling him down for another loud, messy kiss right in front of us, before dragging him down the hall toward another room. Once they are out of earshot, Arlo exhales shakily. "That was...intense. I think that guy is the Thor Awakener. The God of Thunder." I watch their retreating backs, a sudden memory unlocking in my brain. Right. The Plot. This world is rigged for a 'Gary Stu' protagonist. The script is painfully simple: every strong man here will eventually die as a stepping stone, and every pretty woman—including our taken Succubus—will be magically brainwashed into his harem.

"I am the Red-Algorithm. I am the 'Evolution' you were too afraid to become. And the Bridge you want to build? I’ve already finished it." ​Miller pointed to the horizon. Over the Pacific, a massive, digital tower was rising, a structure made of pure red light that reached toward the stars. ​"The 'Tower of Babel'," Miller whispered. "And this time, the gods are the ones who are going to fall." ​Leo looked at the red tower. He felt a faint, cold hum in the base of his skull. The Algorithm was calling him. ​"Pack up," Leo said, his human eyes narrowing. "We’re going to climb that thing and tear it down."

The mowngry tugged at the sleeves of his dress, urging him to come. The golden-haired maiden turned towards Khailis’ direction. “I think we’ve got company.” Feeling a little embarrassed for hiding herself even though she did not mean to, Khailis was about to emerge from behind the tree. She looked around for Gavil, but he had already walked before her towards the golden-haired maiden, bowing down his feline head. “Greetings to the celestial gods of the earth, God Templar and Goddess Freya!” Goddess Freya was in reference to Shia, so this maiden-like divinity must be God Templar - The God of Fire and Sun?! But, how can the fiery Fire God look so... womanly?

“Why didn’t he just kill him himself. He’s a god.” “He can’t, he made a promise. They used to be good friends, actually.” “Joshaya and the Pope?” “Yes. Joshaya helped him learn how to control dead people. He’s the god of death.” “Of course he is. The god of death, who runs away from little girls.” “We are quite powerful, for little girls,” she said drily. “And what about Arta? You knew he was Joshaya all along?” She nodded. “And you helped him trick us into thinking he was the Visitor we came to find?”

Her father was a fisherman, her own mother long dead, and her days were spent mending nets along the shore. Zeus turned himself into a golden eagle and dove down out of the sky. My mother said that in that first moment she thought the eagle meant to take her eyes, and she squeezed them shut in terror. But the eagle only settled lightly on her shoulder, its golden feathers brushing her cheek, warm and soft. Then it spoke. “I am Zeus, the King of the Gods. You are the most beautiful mortal I have ever seen.” She thought she was dreaming. She pinched her own arm and gasped at the sting. Zeus laughed, a sound like distant thunder. “No dream. Come away with me.”

Zane took command of the infantry—two thousand disciplined, shield-bearing wolves holding the high ground above the beaches, ready to catch whatever survived the bombardment. Isra and Sable managed the massive, layered array of three hundred Firewalls, stationed safely in the deep keep of the sanctuary, ready to swallow the trauma of the war. Kaden and Lyra sat in the highest tower of the sanctuary. They were the eyes. They were the targeting computer. And Elias stood in the center of it all. The twenty-four-year-old boy was the conduit. The bridge. He was holding the combined tension of an industrialized continent. His silver band was no longer glowing; it was burning white-hot, physically