[Ardyn frowned, but he appeared to be giving the question some thought as he adjusted his hat slightly.]
Once, somewhere around...a thousand years ago, perhaps? There was the formation of what one might call a cult, a small sect of pious followers of a goddess calling herself the Scion of Leviathan. She appeared in the form of a serpent jeweled in ornate gold and sapphires, claiming to speak for the Hydraean herself. Eventually those devoted to her began to become corrupt as humans so often do; they gradually descended into greed and fanaticism. And one day, the whole sect fell apart in rather explosive fashion when their very deity was revealed for a fraud right before their eyes.
...If the puppet hadn't popped a stitch and had her head fall off in the middle of blessing the faithful, I could have kept that going for at least another decade.
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Once, somewhere around...a thousand years ago, perhaps? There was the formation of what one might call a cult, a small sect of pious followers of a goddess calling herself the Scion of Leviathan. She appeared in the form of a serpent jeweled in ornate gold and sapphires, claiming to speak for the Hydraean herself. Eventually those devoted to her began to become corrupt as humans so often do; they gradually descended into greed and fanaticism. And one day, the whole sect fell apart in rather explosive fashion when their very deity was revealed for a fraud right before their eyes.
...If the puppet hadn't popped a stitch and had her head fall off in the middle of blessing the faithful, I could have kept that going for at least another decade.