Kallamar felt the cool puddles stretched across his temple dip onto his feet, as he took a deep inhale of the salty air. He ignored the lamb for a moment- This was his home.

Kallamar exhaled.

It had been hard, going from a all powerful God to a...cultist follower. Nevertheless, the cultist follower of the lamb who had defeated said Bishop.

Kallamar turned back to the lamb. In a way, he was content. He had been spared. The lamb even allowed him to return to his home, even just for a mere moment...

"Once, long ago, Followers would worship at my altar just to glimpse the beauty of my temple." Kallamar breathed at the memory. He frowned shortly after. "...of course, it could not last forever. Perhaps my siblings did not understand this, but I have always known."

Kallamar fell silent for a moment. He felt the lamb staring. A small part of him still felt terrified. "It did not make me less afraid. Cowardly Kallamar, ha..." He smiled bitterly. He owed an explanation of some sort. ""So many things I did not wish to hear... Narinder's foolish plans... When Shamura told us what we must do to ensure our survival... I did not wish to hear that, either."

"And yet I was a willing conspirator. Cowardly Kallamar." Kallamar looked over at his relic. His ears. The ones his own brother had cut... He had always known he deserved it.