Björn's grip tightened around the gauntlet as he wrestled with his thoughts. The clarity granted by the pure faith energy from the priest's fulfillment in battle had been a reprieve—a temporary balm against the corrosive chaos threatening his mind. But he knew better than to rely on fleeting moments of stability. The gauntlet biting into his flesh was a constant reminder that his sanity hung by a thread, and he could not afford complacency.
The temptation to seize an Origin God's altar had been a fleeting but potent idea. Such a relic could serve as a filter, refining the faith energy pouring into him and anchoring his divinity. Yet the memory of Mahu, the Origin Goddess of the Moon and Motherhood, squashed that notion as quickly as it arose.
