The fanatical state Vaelian was currently exhibiting was strikingly similar to Orion's subordinate, Dirtclaw. It was the absolute, unmistakable hallmark of a religious zealot.
Just looking at Vaelian, Orion could easily imagine that if he allowed himself to be corrupted by The Chapter of the Profane, he would be utterly doomed.
"Giant King, it is now yours!"
Seeing Orion remain completely silent, Vaelian forcibly pulled himself from his fanatical obsession and pushed The Chapter of the Profane forward, leaving the dark-gold page suspended in the air before Lilith.
Though it was only for a split second, Orion caught it. The moment Vaelian snapped back to reality, a fleeting flash of visceral terror and revulsion crossed his mismatched eyes.
In other words, The Chapter of the Profane was a cursed chalice.
