Existence is ephemeral.
To judge character, is to judge with spite.
Not that we recite, intelligent design.
Resign to the fact that not a soul understands their purpose.
Ildapan, having taken in the voice of Hylax which was a sweet harmony filled with honey and dew, felt a surge of life flow through his veins. Every muscle, every bone, was invigorated past conceivable barriers within the human anatomy. His body, of which was of fit physique, tightened to reach the pinnacle of human conditioning. The whole of his body received several blessings in this moment.
For Ildapan, this moment was one of pure bliss. He was connected to the Creator, to the One That Is. Hylax, a God that holds more sway than all the other divinities, had so much love to pour onto him that it seemed as though he was to be overwhelmed. However, Hylax never over-poured. He gave Ildapan enough to empower him. Enough to enable him.
"Go," this voice said once again, "Work must still be done. For this, you have been given power. Power to banish evil."
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