God Walks on the Earth

(Medieval, sword and magic, god system, fictional world) Swindler woke up from the rubble, clutching a handful of ashes. He couldn't remember who he was, the fire, or the man who died in his arms. He remembered only one name: Swindler Stuart. And a letter written by myself After the journey began, he found that his shadow occasionally slowed down. He would smile when he found his reflection in a puddle. I found that transparent flames could emerge from my palms. And the truth about his amnesia is crueler and gentler than he imagined. He could have stopped. Live an ordinary life anonymously. But he couldn't let it go. I can't let go of the people who died in the fire, I can't let go of the people I met on the journey, I can't let go of that slim, almost absurd hope—— If you become a god, can you bring them back? So he headed north, from the amnesiac traveler to the throne of God. God walks the earth. Not because of the glory, just because I can't let go.