Barbarian God

In the Southern Ridge.

Atop the sacred mountain of the barbarians.

Within a towering temple.

"Someone has severed my connection to the power of faith?" A figure slowly sat up, his tone filled with surprise. "Such a delightful thing has happened?"

"You've done well, you've done really well..."

He rubbed his hands together, suddenly agitated.

"Whoever severed my connection to faith must be strong..."

Just then, his ears twitched.

The figure quickly lay down again. After a while, someone entered the temple.

"Has the Barbarian God not awakened yet?" A voice asked softly, belonging to an elderly figure dressed in animal skins.

The temple was filled with a misty grey haze. In the center, a giant bubble radiated multicolored light.

Inside the bubble, a figure floated, its features indiscernible.