Eight God Engine
My name is Jaq.
I am not the Chosen One.
Unless you mean the one chosen by my sister who tried to kill me when we were ten and now heads the mystic cult I ran away from with a million dollars of their money in my pocket when I was fifteen?
In a world where superheroes are real, if you aren't bulletproof and able to leap over a tall building in a single bound, keeping your head down is the smart play. Unless, of course, a mystic cult with a million good reasons to be interested in your whereabouts rolls into town, or you manage to get on the blacklist of a psychotic villain, or you annoy a rageful chaos god not known for having a forgiving nature. Might be time for a new strategy.