Damon did not lose his cool.
Not yet.
Instead, he took a slow step forward and spoke with steady fury.
"How dare you… how dare you represent the Temple and act like a lowly thug. How dare you disregard morality and blaspheme the venerable name of the Temple and our creator, the Goddess..."
The entire room paused.
Even Inis.
It felt like Damon had just stolen his line—his accusation. The cleric had been just about to label Damon the blasphemer, but the little bastard beat him to it… and with flair.
Damon's gaze burned with righteous fire.
"Does the Temple now operate like the underworld? Or is that privilege reserved only for us 'lowborn mongrels'?"
He spat on the floor, eyes brimming with disgust.
