212 Fenrir

Exile's aura spread from the temple, making the nearby civilians shiver. He glanced around only to notice the temple had been expanded since his last visit. The dwarven craftsmanship was evident in its design as he roamed the empty building. His altar stood alone in the deepest part of the temple. The next room held the altars of the major gods, while the one attached to the entrance held the altars of the lesser ones. 

'A lot has changed.' Exile frowned as he took in those changes as he returned to the throne in his altar room. 'They shouldn't have been able to do this in a few weeks. How much time has passed?'

That thought unnerved him. It hinted that the time dilation would speed up during every update. 'It will become impossible to determine how much time will pass. What'll happen if decades pass during a single maintenance update?'