I wish I could explain better what happened down in that infernal pit. The Cassalantors were about to bring Vecna back, and with it, the destruction of everything we know. My friends and I saw the threat, moved to neutralize it, and succeeded. That's the simplest way I can describe it. But it's the how...that's where things get difficult, especially for me.
I remember telling Corvix not too long ago I didn't think myself worthy of Torm's grace, even though I actively pursued it in the present. I'd like to think it's my faith in him that helped bring Zora back when she was nearly killed. I'd like to think the same now. I was returned. Returned to what I once was and to the purpose I stood for. In glorious battle, my steel met my foes' and Wrath was unleashed upon the deposed lords of Hell. Wrath brought ruin to the evil that sought to overthrow the world of Faerun, and in another titanic clash, the light once again prevailed over the darkness. Heaven's will was done.
But...now I'm back. Back to the form I know is eternal. Just a man. Perhaps a gifted one, capable of more than I realize, but a man nonetheless. Even the Solar I was knew pain. Knew defeat. I've grown even more acquainted with those two companions as a mortal, and it makes each battle all the more vivid for what stands to fall should I know them too intimately again. But as I rest and recuperate a battered body, I also realize I've grown more acquainted with camaraderie and my fellows. I can't do this without them. Perhaps I never could, even if I've always been ready to act alone.
When we reconvene, I intend to keep that respect, that cohesion alive between us, for in them, I see a spark of destiny. I see a group of warriors that could change fate itself. In Celestia, we all had our purpose. Every Solar, while bonded in the Eternal Conflict, maintained their station with a sense of righteous solitude, for our role was ours alone to bear in the heavenly realms. That was our duty. As a man who has found both likely and unlikely friends, I see them something beyond that duty. Something that brings out the best in me.
Maybe that's what inspired the return of Wrath against Bel, Geryon, and Moloch.
I can't let myself be corrupted again. I can't let them down again. If I am to be the best version of myself for all causes, theirs, mine, Zora's, and Torm's, I have to follow a new path and have faith it will lead me to the salvation of all of us.
These next tendays...I'm going to contemplate what that looks like...
Who is the man who can, perhaps, be stronger than the Solar of Wrath?