The walk from the clinic to the Sacred Hut was a short one, but Milan could still see the destruction last night’s rage had given to the people. Most houses were damaged, and the cleaners of the village continued to wash the streets from the mud and blood that painted the ground. There were a lot of people, but none of them paid attention to the priestess and the bride.
Milan’s eyes grew a little dark. Lasair seemed to be a docile creature, but his anger was rather explosive. The deity was said to be killing humans and livestock to put pressure on the people. Last night, he even sent a storm to break the village’s defenses and let the hungry wolves in.
However, whenever Milan ran into the deity, Lasair knew nothing but gentleness. Yes, he crushed his mother’s ghost and Andrew’s body, but Milan didn’t really care about those two. They were not innocent. The people in the streets that night were.
