Adrian remained silent for several long moments before finally speaking.
"Why are you showing me all this?" he asked, his voice low. "Are you trying to turn me against the deities?"
Even without witnessing these memories, his wariness toward the Gods had already been carved deep. The attack on the plantations back then was proof enough. Those beings who resided in the heavens were not worthy of trust. They lived for their own twisted desires, gazing upon the world below through a narrow, distorted lens, seeing mortals as little more than tools.
Nytharos let out a slow, heavy sigh. "Because all of this is intimately connected to you as well, Adrian."
The Runesmith gave a faint shrug. "Because I forged the Sword of Infinity?"
Nytharos nodded once. "That too."
Adrian's brows lifted slightly. "Then there's more."
Without another word, Nytharos snapped his fingers.
