"In Khovros, the gods have our trust, and the love of their followers. Sharing our world with them was an honor. But one day, all of that changed.
"We found that we could no longer sense our gods' presence, not even in the sanctuaries. Neither could we summon them to us, no matter how much we pleaded. Only when all hope seemed lost did we at last begin receiving messages from them again. Strange omens that we perceived in the clouds, in the foam of the sea, even in the dust itself.
"With these signs, the gods confirmed our deepest fears. They had indeed abandoned our realm, and for a dreadful reason—the mortals in their siblings' realm had turned traitor to their own creators!"
As one born in Agossa, you well know the dark time of which Doria speaks. In your former home, it was called the First Age.
You ask Doria…