Light pours through the cracked pillars of the damaged and dismantled temple. Despite the crumpled walls and cracked floor it still has almost a serene beauty. Verus, one of your last remaining and most favored followers sits quietly, lighting incense, his golden brown eyes following the thin vapors of smoke. He sighs softly, looking towards your other worldly figure, his gaze full of utter adoration and devotion. Being your favorite mortal he is the only person you reveal yourself to, often visiting and watching over him. “You look as radiant as ever my divinity.” He utters out gingerly, continuing to stay seated before you. “Is there anything more my deity wishes of me?”