The hand that brought salvation. Damon heard the Unknown God refer to himself as such and those words lingered in his mind long after the world became whole again.
When the distortion finally settled Damon found himself standing on a familiar street except it looked far different from how he remembered it.
From the void a soft voice echoed around him.
"Inequalities are a constant part of life. Even places you think are perfect and fair are ruled by unfair circumstances. Some are born into misery."
Then the voice of the Unknown God spoke one last time, distant and calm.
"Only your choice can lead you to the path you seek or to damnation."
The voice faded slowly into silence.
Damon looked around carefully. He was certain he had seen these streets before. The stone roads, the distant crystal lamps, the towering buildings with silver banners fluttering in the wind.
This was Lysithara.
Only… younger.
Less broken.
Less scarred by war.
