The sheer weight of Kaleon's history and choices was almost too much to process. Yet, despite everything I'd heard, something still didn't sit right with me. It nagged at the back of my mind, a puzzle piece that refused to fit.
"Kaleon started the war for Hestia," I said, my tone laced with frustration. "And after finding out she was alive, I thought he'd want to stay with her. Isn't that what anyone would expect? But instead, he chose eternal sleep. Forever. Doesn't that strike anyone else as… off?"
Agnos leaned back, arms crossed, his expression sharp. "I've thought the same thing. When I received the creator's will and instructions, I knew something wasn't what it seemed. He specifically told me to bring his body to the core."
Viracocha's brows shot up. "Kaleon left instructions for you?"
"Yes," Agnos said with a smug smile. "Why? Are you planning to challenge me?" His smirk deepened, daring the Incan god to respond.
