Ethemon's consciousness drifted in chaotic darkness, sinking as though into a bottomless abyss.
Vaguely, a familiar voice pierced the void like the morning bell and evening drum—it was Jergal, the silent bone-collector who had followed him all this while.
His words rang out like ancient maxims, sending ripples across the deep sea of consciousness: "Thou hast defied Bhaal, and thy lord and father, and in so doing hast won thyself a place among the brave and the heroic... Yet now thou hast no faith—believing in no gods—destined to wander the twilight realms forever..."
Chapter 147