Snow had imagined many things about the Lord of Light; he'd never truly known what kind of entity He was. Now, standing face to face with Him, Snow felt only confusion.
It wasn't the man's overwhelming presence, nor the fact that he was the being many treated as a god—even though this was not, strictly speaking, his true body. What unsettled Snow most was the uncanny familiarity—a closeness, a sense of belonging to this man he had never met.
He called me "Lord Vessel"… but what does that mean?
"Who are you? What ties are there between us? You are the Lord of Light, aren't you?"
The man took a step forward.
"'Lord of Light'… it isn't my name, though it is the title others use for me."
Step by step, he closed the distance to where Snow stood.
"My name is Orsted—the second Lord of Light of the race of Lightbearers."
The Lord of Light spoke his name, declaring his existence and identity.
