After Solam finished recounting the censored version of his experiences, Eilistraee remained unable to calm herself for a long time. After all, in a sense, Solam had already reached the realm of a "god." As had been mentioned before, demons and devils were both divine beings. They themselves possessed many qualities in common with gods: they could receive the power of faith and grant divine spells.
So there was nothing wrong with treating certain powerful demon lords as gods. At the very least, someone at Solam's former level could be considered on par with a god.
Solam paid no attention to Eilistraee's shock. He quietly tossed away the nearly finished cigar, then lit another. For spellcasters, alcohol was actually something best avoided. Though alcohol's harmful effects were nothing to Solam's constitution, when he had nothing to do, he still liked taking a few puffs. Many mages shared the same hobby. Yet after spending so long in the Abyss, other things had been manageable, but getting a smoke had been truly difficult.
For most people, if they went without smoking for a long time, their craving would naturally fade away. But for Solam, it was the opposite—his craving only grew stronger. Back then, he had only smoked when bored or afterward, more for the mood than anything else. He had never been addicted. But now, he seemed to have genuinely become hooked on the stuff.
It was fucking strange, and Solam himself had no idea why. More interestingly, his familiarity with cigarettes seemed innate. Even though his consumption had suddenly soared, he felt no discomfort whatsoever. It was like how Solam had suddenly become sentimental and started missing home—both inexplicable and perfectly natural.
Solam had investigated the reason before, but he had never managed to make sense of it. In the