Veldor had become an old man.
Since his departure from the "Afterlife Town" of the god of lies and deceit, only a few decades had passed, but to Veldor, it felt as if centuries had flown by.
"I don't know if the world has aged by hundreds of years, or if it has grown by hundreds of years."
Veldor mumbled to himself, as if no one else were around.
"Father, it's time for the scripture reading."
A monk whispered softly.
"Oh, oh..."
Veldor snapped back to reality. He glanced at the dozens of believers behind him and began to recite the scripture loudly:
"My Lord, you ascended the Hill of Death..."
Over the years, Veldor had long since ceased to be a monk; more than twenty years prior, he had been appointed by the Danschel Pastor and had become a Priest.
