On this icy, dark night, the desert lashes me with its icy wind, the sand rises but my face doesn't flinch, my expression doesn't change. I continue to look with disdain at the mortals who dare to desecrate my temple, as if I were a god who fears nothing, you can't wait for the time to come to give them their punishment.

"Mortals..."

With a shake of my head, I see the few faithful who still worship me in the distance. They are an insignificant minority, but they give me some hope.