Dean, his hands stained with the blood of his captive, stood tall before the paladin who had attacked them earlier. As he wiped his hands clean, he posed a question that had been gnawing at him.
"How are you any different from those despicable individuals when you follow the same rituals?" Dean's voice carried a mix of curiosity and accusation, demanding an explanation.
Finally, the man began to speak, revealing morsels of truth amidst his pain. Dean, eager for more information, pressed him further, urging him to elaborate on his previous statement about their differences from the infidels in the Rawan Kingdom.
"Those infidels are not true believers," the man began, his voice strained. "They manipulate the teachings of the Goddess for their own selfish gains. We would never stoop to their level of corruption."
