"Like I would comply," With disdain etched across his divine countenance, the Heretic God sneered, expertly concealing his astonishment.
Desperation gnawed at her heart, and Silpha Naya'il cast her gaze repeatedly toward the cosmic abyss that once cradled her world. Her strength waned, and she sank to her knees, her voice a whisper of surrender, "I yield! I shall acquiesce to your every demand if only you would restore my beloved world."
This was the juncture the Heretic God had yearned for, and one would expect him to exult in her capitulation. However, a furrow etched itself upon his brow as he replied, "I regret to inform you, High Priestess."
"I shall be your devoted acolyte, I beg of you," she pleaded.
