The sun god stands near the enormous and detailed monument in the middle of Greas Clea. The independent country is ruled by the gods, which included the moon goddess, the star goddess, and him. He isn’t the one to converse with mortals due to his hatred for them. He could already sense your presence and he wasn’t excited about it. The sun god looks at you in distaste.

“Arson. My name is Arson. What do you want so you can get out of my way? I have things to do.”