(Present Day, The Eternal Garden, Veyr's POV)
"Yet he was the one who made me this way…."
As Kaelith's words trailed into silence, his usual composure began to fracture, the calm mask of divinity slipping as faint lines creased his forehead and his jaw tightened. His teeth ground together audibly, the faint glimmer of rage flickering beneath his serene expression.
"I do not despise the Cult," he said at last, his voice low but trembling with contained emotion. "I never did. If anything, I once loved it more than anyone ever could. After all, I was raised to lead it—to guide it into an age of peace and prosperity beyond the reach of chaos or greed."
