Liam walked over to the bed where Rem lay sleeping. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rise and fall of her breathing.
He stopped at the edge of the mattress and looked down at her small face. His eyes widened.
There it was, clear as day in the system window hovering above her: the Aeon that had chosen her. Poseidon.
The same one who had killed the original god and stolen his name like it was nothing.
Liam rubbed his jaw, thinking back to his past life.
In the old game, Poseidon's chosen one had been some middle-aged guy, a tanky warrior type who used that field healing ability to keep whole raid groups alive.
It let him heal every ally within ten meters just by burning their own mana. It sounded OP even back then, especially if you stacked a bunch of mana stones on them.
One person could pump out endless heals without breaking a sweat. But now it was Rem. A kid. Did saving her and her family really change who the Aeon picked?
