Hardman hesitated. His mind was nearly shattered from countless years of despair, yet that did not mean he had lost all reason.
On one side was the god he had devoted his soul to, the deity he revered with unwavering faith.
On the other was the burning desire for freedom, a longing so intense it gnawed at the remnants of his sanity. Which path was he supposed to choose?
His heart was wracked with turmoil.
He knew all too clearly that if he wanted to leave this damned Exile Plane, he would need to reveal something—something tied to the Goddess of Gold and Silver, Aurelia.
Preferably, a weakness, some kind of flaw. But how could he betray his goddess?
The thought alone was intolerable. To turn his back on the goddess he worshiped was unthinkable.
And yet…
A thought slipped into his fractured mind.
What he did not realize was that every one of these thoughts, each desperate calculation, was already exposed before Daniel's psychic perception.
