What went wrong?
That was the question that emerged in Basar's mind as he stared at the carcass of his lord.
What had he done wrong?
Ever since he was chosen as an Apostle of the Evil Eye, he had done his work diligently.
He had brought in worshippers, spreading the good news of his master to all those who cared to listen.
Even when he was branded a cult leader, instead of the head of a revolution, his faith had not wavered.
Even when he was forced to hide and live as a fugitive, Basar had always believed that one day he would be rewarded by his lord.
So why had he been attacked?
Basar wondered if he had sinned.
Maybe he had done something wrong, but what it was he could not fathom.
Had he not done as instructed to bring his lord into Eventide?
Wasn't it because of him that the plan was successful?
Then why?...why!
Basar glared at the corpse as his faith dissipated like a lie and in its place, strong hatred welled up.
