His emaciated form, with faint lines of his bones showing through his clothes, only heightened the intensity of his accusation.
"You are the cause of our problems! Why should we trust you?" shouted a young woman clutching her child tightly, rage etched across her face.
As the voices of disapproval rose, others joined in, their distrust and anger boiling to the surface.
However, amid all this, Orion remained calm. He waited until they had finished voicing their complaints before raising his right hand, signalling for silence. The crowd slowly quieted down.
They knew they didn't have the strength to confront the individual before them directly, especially with the presence of the gods' chosens beside him. Reluctantly, they swallowed back their words and listened to what he had to say.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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