Kapitel 171: False Prophet

Zeriav sweat profusely from his bed, and eventually opened his eyes.

He rubbed his face once he sat up. He still had nightmares about it. That day.....

That day he played into evil's hands and became despicable himself.

He clutched his beaded necklace and went to pray. Demetri had forgiven him, and so the appeal by the priests from the Order to have him excommunicated did not happen. He spent every morning, every midday, and night praying to his god for gratitude.

For giving him another chance.

"Blessed Demetri, please grant me the strength to continue flourishing despite all the troubles. Allow me to grow and take root deeper into this world, staying anchored despite the challenges of my surroundings."

But it was still very vivid to his mind. How that daemon took the form of Cermin, his dearest friend, to fool him into destroying his very temple of belief.