It was precisely for this reason that he could discern that many scenes from the epic were merely hearsay, the excessive praises instilling fear. Nimirda, the King, was portrayed as a flawless ruler, while the people of Logos lived in reverence of the Holy King.
"God... is this your arrangement?"
Po Han murmured to himself.
Having been indoctrinated over the years, he no longer doubted the mission bestowed upon King Nimirda, even though the King Nimirda from the epic did not match the one he saw in reality; yet King Nimirda was still a King, a King with a given mission.
With continual adulation day and night, the people of Logos gradually became… incapable of losing such a King, incapable of losing their "King Dertulian," with King Nimirda merged into their beliefs and traditions as the Holy King.
"God... you have given them lands that so easily shape people... even the elves have been molded to learn to crawl..."
Po Han whispered to himself, audible only to him.
