Now Kent stood beneath a vast, thundering sky.
The Storm God.
His voice boomed—not in anger, but in disappointment.
"I gave you everything."
The divine specter's golden eyes bore into Kent's soul.
"From the day you touched the lightning seed, I watched over you. I guided your wrath. I tempered your body. I offered you every scroll, spell, and inheritance my lineage held. And what did you do in return?"
The world shook as bolts of lightning forked through the sky like cracks in reality.
"You abandoned my realm. You broke the oaths to my temple. You ascended on your own path—slaying the gods of this realm. You trampled everything I forged over eras of blood and fire."
Kent's breath trembled as sweat formed on his brow. His eyes could not meet the Storm God's face.
"You dared to embrace godhood, but you forsook your home. My people suffer… My temples lie shattered… Because you, their champion, vanished."
