Bob, lacking any form of system gift never mind just a communication one, was completely unaware of this message. However, he was not as utterly confident in his abilities as a certain love-crazed psycho, and so rarely ventured into the light at all.

Instead, he stuck to the shadows of the wall that was still in progress of being built, while he thoroughly inspected the perimeter for any possible weaknesses.

Such weaknesses were not limited to the wall itself, seeing as its most obvious weakness was the fact that it had yet to be finished and still had many holes, which leaked their Gods 'Divine Light' out into the outside world.

But beyond that, Bob was focused on the weaknesses of the people. He was familiar with the term 'a chain is only as a strong as its weakest link' and in this case, a cities population were always going to be its weakest link. Destruction from within was the end of many empires throughout history, according the memories of his Father.

Such was a fact that was, ironically enough, taught to him when he was young within the very cult that had it's claws deep in this city. But while it was the same cult, at least the same leader, from what Bob could tell some of the teachings were different.

Those building the walls all did so with their hands. He had traversed much of the perimeter, but this fact never changed. It was undeniable that using earth based abilities or strength enhancement would massively speed up the process and make things much easier on the labourers. Ravenkeep employed such people and put their abilities to great use on similar projects, alongside building houses.

But there was no one to be seen using these abilities. Of course, there was always the possibility that no such abilities manifested within this population. An incredibly low one, considering that such abilities, from their census, seemed to be incredibly common - with basic body enhancement being the most common.

Yet, even if this somehow was the case, there was still the fact that none used abilities. The reasoning for this was quite simple. None of them had any.

Those working on the walls were sickly and thin, despite their vigorous exercise. Their bodies emaciated from lack of nutrition, covered in little more than basic rags that looked like they had been fashioned from potato sacks, or random patches of discarded beast hide stitched together.

Some weren't even so lucky. Some simply wore old world clothes, covered in layers of dirt and grime that it was clear they hadn't been washed since the beginning, and were little more than torn tatters hanging off their stick thin bodies.

Most disturbing of all, however, was that in his search for a weakness within the lowest class Bob found none. These people had no powers, barely enough food to survive, and couldn't even properly claim the clothes on their backs.

Yet despite everything, they showed no signs of dissent. Instead, from the conversations between them that Bob eavesdropped on, they were eager to work and constantly sang praises for those that took advantage of them. When one of them fell due to exhaustion, the others were quick to drag him to his feet and shove him back towards the wall.

"What are you doing? You've only been working 10 hours, you think that's deserving of a rest? Our great Light Bringer is always watching, do you want him to see you being ungrateful?"

"She's right child, We have been given a gift! Protection and purpose! You might not realise, as you have only just joined our flock, but this is the best life has to offer. If you do you work, then you will be given a gift from him!"

"A...a gift?"

"That's right Brother, a gift most gracious! In his divine wisdom, the Lightbringer will choose one of our lowly number to take into his palace and bestow a fragment of his power! You've seen his paladins of justice, haven't you?

If you work hard, then you can get a taste unimaginable power. If we work, then we can move up to the next level of the church and one day one of us could be the next paladin! So get up, back to work! I'm not going to be punished because you don't understand what an amazing opportunity He has given us."

An innocuous lump of dirt shifted uncomfortably on the ground as the frail, weak young man was practically dragged back to his work, the faces around him a mixture of smiles and scowls.

Having seen enough, Bob's dust cloud body shifted through a larger gap in the wall, arriving in the city on the backside of the statue. It seemed, however, it had a face on the back of its head, as there was still light being cast on this area.

No, that couldn't be right... They might not have gotten the best look at the statue on their arrival, but they had seen enough to see that it was still under construction and that there was definitely only one face.

In fact... When Bob looked at the statue as it's light flowed over him, he could still see tiny, insect-like workers chipping away at its face. Workers that were in the same place as before, because as far as he could see it was the same face.

How was that possible? He should be behind it, he was definitely behind it, because he could see its back. So how was the face still facing him? How was it facing a completely different direction?

Was it possible that it was actually moving? Did... did this Lightbringer have more in common with his Father than he thought, and even share his abilities too?

As quickly as the thought popped in his head, Bob quickly dismissed it. He had heard of the Light-bringers abilities, and he didn't share any similarities with his Father when it came to his abilities.

This Lightbringer, apt to his name, was based in some kind of light constructs, as far as they could tell. He had nothing to do with puppeteering inanimate objects. There had to be another explanation for it, more investigation would be needed to uncover the truth of this conman.

Of course, while Bob was busy considering these thoughts, he had no idea that the same moment that those thoughts popped into his head, that the giant statues finger twitched ever so slightly. But that was all. A single twitch, nothing more.

***

On the other side of the city, and the front side of the grand, garish statue, Tiff was still making her way through the streets of Inverness, shivering constantly as she bathed in the light she had warned the others of.

She knew the dangers of it, how could she not? He powers were based around perception, it made her highly attituded to it. She had been lost in her mind previously, ignoring most of her feelings as love filled her entire being, but now with a clear head she wondered how she could have possibly missed this feeling.

The light, the eyes, were invasive. Constantly bearing down on her. It felt like that time she had a dreadful nightmare in which nude in front of thousands of people, and was expected to perform a solo rendition of 'Swan Lake' while also passing a verbal maths test.

Nightmares like that rarely made sense, but the feeling of dread that all those eyes on you would never leave you. And that was exactly how she felt every second under this light.

She was doing her best to keep her composure, keeping up the act of a frightened and vulnerable survivor. But the more she was exposed to his light, the less that was an act and the more it was becoming a simple reality.

Ducking behind the destroyed remnants of an old world church, which had been burned down for its blasphemy, Tiff took deep and trembling breathes as she was embraced by the shadows once more.

Their dark embrace was like ice on her boiling skin, cooling her down as a river of sweat trickled down her back. As she was panting, like she had run a marathon, a voice spoke softly from the deeper parts of the shadows.

"It is a horrid light, nothing like the warmth of his tender flame."

Tiff smiled softly at the voice of her companion, one of those who had entered through the gates behind her. Despite their words, it was clear her companion had a much easier time under the blasphemous light than she did.

They did not have her attuned senses, after all.

"Yes, a horrid light indeed. A light that will have to be snuffed out. Lightbringer, Bah. Nothing but a wretched man... a False God.

This city, it seems, is filled with nothing but vile, lecherous men who cannot avert their eyes. It is thus our sacred duty to pluck out those lecherous eyes, so they cannot gaze at what does not belong to them."

Tiff glanced towards her companion with a sly smile, before peeking out from behind the ruined church, making sure to keep herself in the shadows the entire time. She gazed up at the statues head, looking directly into its eyes with a disgusted expression.

Even now, it was staring at her. It never stopped. Not even for a second. It was always staring at her. If only she knew that on the other side of the city, someone else was thinking the exact same thing.

But then again, why would she? Such a thing would be impossible... Right?