"A god. Or something close to one."
"A god." The soldier considered that. "We had gods once. They did not save us."
"I'm not here to save anyone. I'm passing through."
"To where?"
"The outside, the Abyssal land."
The soldier was silent for a long moment. Around them, the marketplace continued its eternal commerce, oblivious to the conversation happening in its midst.
"The Abyssal land lies beyond this city," the soldier said finally. "Through the Valley of Betrayal. But you know this already, don't you? You can feel it calling."
Galthor nodded. The pull of the Abyssal had been growing stronger ever since he entered the city, a magnetic attraction that tugged at his divine essence.
"I will not stop you," the soldier continued. "My purpose is to guard against those who would disturb the dead for profit. You seek something else. But I will warn you."
"Warn me of what?"
