Religion was just a belif. An idea for people to hold onto. That was what it was, but that is only the half truth. In ancient times, the strongest of belivers, could summon their deities full power. That memory, and power, has faded from the modern age. With a tournament being held. With the winner getting any wish, if they can defeat the properitor of the tournament, the old ways will rekindle. Though, a young man, of an ancient bloodline, will enter. His wish is pure, and good. Though, will he be able to. With hidden motives, traps, and old adversaries waiting in the wings.