Thorn's confident expression faltered, his life's mission, the one he had just dedicated himself to, evaporating in a single sentence. "What?" he whispered, his mind reeling.
"Thus, the souls living in the realm of advancement will not suffer any longer," Sunny continued, placing his hand on Thron's shoulder. "I have a new, and far more important, task for you."
"Just give me your command, my God. My life is yours to take," Thorn replied, his devotion towards Sunny was absolute.
He was the first chosen, one of the oldest living beings in Veridia.
He had seen his wives, his parents, and even his own sons, grow old and die. He had watched the empire he founded prosper.
He knew that their God was not a static, perfect entity, but a being who, like them, was constantly growing stronger, constantly evolving.
He knew his God was trying his best for all the lifeforms and demigods.
