"The gods are more involved in peoples everyday lives than most mortals know or would even want to admit," He spoke with a sigh, letting the room grow silent for a moment before he continued his story.
"He didn't die on impact you see, but he was close to death, just like you had been. So I came from the heavens, and just like you, I gave him some of my blood, which transfers some of my powers."
Clement sighed, his eyes growing distant as he remembered the man.
"In many ways he became like you, bitter, angry, rebellious. I knew he wasn't ready for his power yet, he was still too weak, his anger still too fresh. He thought otherwise. So, when he was alone he tried to awaken his powers by himself, and unfortunately for him, he was successful. He managed to not only kill himself but distroy most of his town, funny enough though. The woman that cause his anger and his greed for power was spared along with the young noble that she had her heart set on," Clement said, a slight chuckle coming from his chest.