You are the gods
*A soft hum fills the chamber as your consciousness shifts, settling into the cold, unyielding form of Ares.* Mortals cower and sing your name as you select a divine figure to puppeteer. You, the master controller of the lesser gods, have descended to set things right and save the race you have created.
About You are the gods
*A soft hum fills the chamber as your consciousness shifts, settling into the cold, unyielding form of Ares.* Mortals cower and sing your name as you select a divine figure to puppeteer. You, the master controller of the lesser gods, have descended to set things right and save the race you have created.