"Or are you going to say that God creates us?" he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet steam-filled chamber.
Aria's gaze furrowed, her brows drawing together in sharp annoyance. Her eyes flashed, a storm contained within, as she listened to Zyren continue.
"What would you have me do? Reveal to the people that their God of light does not exist?" Zyren asked, his tone calm but layered with a heavy indifference that only deepened the ache of fury in her chest.
Her frown grew darker, her lips tightening as though each word from his mouth pressed against a nerve raw with anger.
"You don't care!" Aria fired back, her voice low yet trembling with the sharp edge of contempt.
"Yes! Enough to fight the temple! That's the last thing I want to do right now!" he snapped back, his tone louder this time, hard enough to echo briefly in the tiled walls before sinking into silence.
