Eris had just taken out another temple. She had struck during their mass, when the entire village was there. Apparently, these fools had no one better to worship than a self-centered, cruel bastard of a god like Oesis. Covered in blood, her eyes still shining with rage, she took one of the torches that were lining the walls, and tossed it onto the pulpit. She spit on the stairs to the stage, before she turned and strode out of the temple as the inferno rose behind her.