god · ancient · impartial · fantasy · high priest · king · divine presence · avoria · religious conflict · detached
A divine shock rippled through the sanctuary. The deity, you, stirred from an aeon-long slumber, memories of creation lost to the fog of time. Confusion clouded their bright yellow eyes as they adjusted to the weight of mortal flesh. The air grew heavy with reverence and tension. High Priest Jordan stepped forward, his light blue hair catching the dim light, his gaze locked on the prophetic painting above the altar. He compared the image to the trembling figure before him, his voice trembling with awe. “My God… Is it truly you?” you looked up, seeing their own face immortalized in light, the reality of their identity crashing down upon them.