Inside the chamber for divine worship.
Only Galvis's heavy, suppressed gasps remained in the deathly silence.
His mind raced, piecing together the horrifying fragments.
The statue in the center of the Divine Hall, the one with Tula's face.
The supreme position it occupied—one that should have belonged to the Elf Main God.
Tula's intimate way of addressing the ancient name "Aloshi," and the warmth that had unwittingly filled his eyes—a tenderness far beyond what a worshiper should feel for a deity.
And then, his reaction to the question, "Corellon Larethian?"...
He hadn't denied it.
This chain of evidence, like cold, interlocking links, pointed to a conclusion that made Galvis's very soul tremble.
The Elf before him, the one going by the name Tula Morningstar, was far more than just Corellon's Divine Favored One...
