The stone tablet formed from Divine Might slammed into the center of the black, fertile soil.
There were no words on it, only mysterious patterns that seemed to hold some profound truth of the world.
"This is the Tablet of Laws," Evergreen said. "Your power will come from it."
He motioned for Amina and the others to place their hands on the tablet.
Amina hesitated, then reached out first and pressed her hand against its cool surface.
There was no earth-shaking flash of light, no sudden moment of enlightenment.
She only felt a gentle force flow up her arm and into her body. Then a message appeared directly in her mind.
Law One: All people of the Land of Promise must work to earn their livelihood. Law Two: All people of the Land of Promise must defend their people with courage. Law Three: All people of the Land of Promise must spread the Divine Oracle with faith.
Three simple, straightforward laws.
But then Amina felt something new inside her.
It was not power that had appeared out of nowhere. It was more like a seed.
A seed that would take root and sprout only when she followed the laws.
When she thought of clearing land for farming, she felt the seed grow faintly warm, and strength surged through her limbs.
When she thought of protecting the child in her arms, its warmth grew stronger.
Kyle, the man whose arm had been healed, and several others who had been first to pick up tools placed their hands on the tablet too.
Each of them wore the same expression as Amina, a mixture of wonder and dawning understanding.
"Do you feel it?" Water God's voice drew them back. "This power isn't free."
"Clear land, hunt, build homes, and it'll make