I leaned forward slightly, voice steady but pointed. "See, what I'm trying to get across is this… The Red Sea is your deity. You revere it, yes, but in exchange for safety. So, using it to save your skin isn't heresy—it's strategy. Think about it, Denus… would a deity you worship truly grow furious over something so trivial? Especially if it meant preserving the lives of its people?"
His expression shifted. The color in his face drained a little, but his gaze remained steady, fixed on me. I could see the weight of my words working on him—not cracking his resolve, but pressing against it.
"Don't think too much about it now," I said, letting my tone ease, as if throwing him a rope after dragging him into deep water. "Take your time. I've just… stated things plainly, based on what I've seen in my own life. My truth doesn't have to be your truth. And I'm not here to shatter your ideals—just to show you a path. One that, admittedly, benefits me as much as you."
