"What kind of god is Tyr?"
Inside the Trial Battlefield, as he watched that pillar of holy light that seemed capable of burning everything to ashes and slam-dunking a dog's head, Li Wei suddenly, as if possessed, asked Waukeen such a question.
Waukeen seemed somewhat dumbfounded by Li Wei's question, and even more shocked that he had called Tyr by name outright. Yet seeing Li Wei's solemn expression, she thought for a moment before saying:
"In my view, he is a lonely god."
It was an answer that seemed beyond Li Wei's expectations, yet also perfectly reasonable.
Waukeen's assessment was lonely, not solitary.
Waukeen continued, "I haven't dealt with him many times. I've never even seen his true face—the one that spends all year serving as a guard in the Pantheon. I've only seen his incarnation in the Hall of Law within the House of the Triad, where he presided over justice for believers entering the Divine Kingdom. He should count as one of the busiest and most dutiful gods among them all. So aside from Ilmater, the God of Suffering, and Helm, he seems to have hardly any true friends in Coriel."
"Is he cold?" Li Wei asked.
Waukeen struggled to recall. "No, quite the opposite. At least from what I've seen, he treats others warmly and gently. He is honest and kind. But for some reason, I can sense that the other gods don't particularly like him—or rather, they fear him."
Li Wei raised a brow. How strange. "Why would they fear him?"
Waukeen said, "First, he is one of the few gods in all Coriel who arrived in this world and immediately ascended as a powerful god. And because he is the God of Justice, he hates evil as though it were his mortal enemy, so the