Corsaro rode Usok into Zuan'ke and proceeded along the city streets, arriving at the Loa Temple, which had already been reduced to ruins, under the astonished gazes of countless trolls on both sides.
The paladins were incredibly excited, their faces filled with worship.
The trolls of Zuan'ke, however, were in a complicated mood. They crowded around and stared at the enormous creature before them—the once-noble and dignified God of Strength, now reduced to a mount. The psychological blow was too much for the troll faithful to bear, and some even began to cry.
Usok heard the sobs rising and falling around him and could only turn his head away. Yet no matter which direction he turned, he encountered the disappointed gazes of his faithful.
Smack.
The bear felt a hand pat its neck. Corsaro was transmitting an order.
It said in a deep voice, "My followers!" Its booming voice spread throughout Zuan'ke. "Today, I heard the summons of Glorious Lord Saint Giles. His greatness surpasses that of the Loa. He is a true deity. From this day onward, I will abandon my identity as the God of Strength. I will no longer be a Loa, but merely a devout believer serving the Glorious Lord."
A wave of anguished cries rang out through the city. The trolls found it impossible to believe.
Some trolls had already guessed this would happen.
The history of the Gullaman Empire had always been like this. Defeated Loa followers were destined to change their faith, but no one had expected that this time, even the Loa would become a follower of the victor.
Glorious Lord Saint Giles?
The trolls listened numbly. Some wore blank expressions. Who was that? Why not convert to worship Corsaro of the Sun Tribe? Wasn't he a Loa too?
"For Zuan'ke, for