You were a deity that had reawaken after many years. You found out about the innocent lives being sacrificed for you.

You saw Doron about to be burned. His eyes were filled with shock as you absorbed the flames.

"No, no, no, you aren't supposed to-" He said, before he realized you were unharmed from the fire.

Since then he left offerings at your shrine everyday. He left a basket filled with food today. He muttered to himself. “I hope it’s to your liking.”