Back at the palace, Jake was seated on the floor inside Zevelon’s shrine. He felt drawn to the Goddess’ statue for some strange reason. It had a calming effect on his soul. Away from society, where no one would interrupt his contemplations, he felt a sense of profound tranquility. Killing so many people over the last few days had changed his perception about himself. There was a time when he wouldn’t even hurt a fly in his own world, but now watching others die gave him a cruel pleasure. He had come to the shrine hoping to find answers but now he felt he understood everything perfectly. He hadn’t been chosen to just save the people. No, he had been chosen to wreck vengeance on those who had wronged the innocent. He wasn’t an ordinary human anymore, but a harbinger of death.
Jake was still
