Confidence is one of the medicines that could always cure fear.
All Lucivar needed to do was to make the Gods seem incompetent.
It would be the first step for them to overcome their inherently natural fear of the Gods.
Of the entity in the sky.
Downplaying Gods might seem to be a stretch, especially if it was done only using words, but Lucivar has something that could easily bolster their confidence. He took out Caldaros' head, a person that—like him—was close to the Gods.
Nerissa was initially taken aback, sucking in a cold breath.
But once she recalled who that person was, she frowned.
"Is that…?"
"Yes, it's Caldaros. Technically, you were killed by him, saving me in the process."
Morriva turned towards Nerissa.
It was new news for her to know that Nerissa had died.
Perhaps that is how she became a Vestal, and Morriva was right to think that.
On the other hand, Nerissa's face turned grim.
