"His name is…" Dave's words hung in the air, suspended like a challenge, as the crowd held its collective breath. The anticipation was palpable, the silence thick with expectation. Would he dare to utter the god's name, summoning him to their presence? The crowd's imagination ran wild with possibilities.
But Dave's expression turned wry, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Nah, I wouldn't be so stupid to do that," he said, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. The crowd's tension dissipated, replaced by a mixture of relief and curiosity.
But then, Dave's tone turned serious, his words painting a picture of desperation. "Believe me or not, our world is on the brink of destruction," he said, his voice laced with conviction. "But now that we know who's behind it, we can save our planet and stop the god from destroying our world."
