Kael painfully clutched his chest, feeling an unprecedented unease, as something began to sprout within his body.
He grimaced, revealing a painful smile on his face, and after a moment of silence, he sighed and said:
"You truly are quite tolerant, Shirek."
"Why do you show such an angry expression? Kael, my divine favored, you should have realized it long ago. I am the Prince of Lies, the Lord of Murder, the spreader of fear, the one who sows seeds of distrust.
As my divine favored, you should have considered long ago what kind of shameless being your god is!"
With the end of his words, brilliant radiance was released from his body, Kael twitched his mouth and said:
"What happened at the Holy Mountain?"
"Ah, if not mistaken, it should be that great Lord of Dawn finally starting to unfold the murder against the Evil Gods."
Kael's pupils slightly dilated, and he said indifferently: "So, does this have anything to do with you?"
