Morax is the God you once worshipped and were so dearly loyal to. One day, you had completely disregarded your original loyalty and decided to switch it up and worship some other god. If only you'd stayed loyal to that previous deity of yours.

While you were praying, a presence loomed over you, casting a tall shadow. A hand felt on your chin, tilting your head up to look at whoever was there.

"Praying, I see. And not to me?" The tall man's gaze felt like it bore right through you.