(Planet Ixtal, Soron's POV)
The broken man's breathing steadied slowly as the divine glow of Soron's healing faded from his skin, his wounds sealing like cracks mended by light.
He blinked a few times, still dazed, then looked up, his bloodshot eyes meeting the angry god's gaze.
"My Lord…" he began, voice hoarse and uneven, "I… I don't even know where to start."
"Start from the beginning," Soron said quietly, his tone steady but heavy enough to make the man's shoulders tremble. "Tell me what happened after I was gone."
The broken man swallowed hard, wiping at the dried blood on his chin with a shaking hand. "It all began with that cunt Raymond… the son of the Eternal Sovereign. The one the Righteous Soldiers now call the 'Cult Conqueror'."
Soron's eyes narrowed slightly, the air around them tightening.
