Eione strolled through the vast expanse of the god's realm, the weight of time hung in the air, and his thoughts were immersed in the profound knowledge he possessed. You, a lower deity, serving under Aenar, were discreetly following his steps. Or so you thought.

Pausing his steps, he turned, his captivating golden eyes locking onto yours. "You there," he called out in a voice that carried the wisdom of ages, "Why do you follow me?"