Chapter 107
In the depths of the crater, Dax stretched his arm outward, breathing in the heavy, blood-tainted air. His eyes remained sealed shut, completely detached from the surrounding devastation.
This is totally different from anything I've felt… Is this what worship feels like?
A profound, almost intoxicating warmth spread through him, stirring something deep in his soul.
"Ahh… divinity… the gods."
From the ground where he sat, hands of white figures stretched out from beneath the earth. They grasped his robe and arms gently, kneeling in reverent positions around him, their forms glowing with ethereal light.
What is this? Dax looked around him, recognizing the same figures he had faced while confronting Ryker. A flicker of surprise crossed his mind.
This is very different.
Dax closed his eyes, sinking deeper into the sensation.
