The figure who had once been Pope of the God of War stood quietly beneath the magnificent throne. He had once become the vessel of a god's madness, the source of Mental Corruption that spread through Typhon's upper ranks and military. He had single-handedly brought about that ill-fated "war" between Typhon and Cecil, and indirectly led to the Typhon Royal Family's purge and dismantling of the God of War Church.
He had also been personally captured by Rosetta Augustus and used as an "offering" to guide the God of War's premature descent into the mortal world.
Few people became turning points in history books. Malm Dunite was one of them, though the role he played in that turning point was hardly glorious.
But all of that had become distant history. To this phantom, who could no longer be called either a ghost or a heroic spirit, everything that had once happened in the mortal world had lost all meaning. He was merely an insignificant servant in this Divine Kingdom that was constantly dissipating and falling apart, guarding the last illusion left behind by the god, guarding the gates of this realm that had already collapsed and shattered.
"I never expected this place to receive visitors again," Malm Dunite said, raising his head and studying the group before him with a hint of curiosity—the ancient Arcanist brimming with radiant energy, the heavily armored and powerfully built holy-light "priest," the foreign god who had descended here in the form of a projected incarnation... Such a party would have been unimaginable in the age he knew. "What have you come here for? This is merely a ruin that is continuously collapsing."
"We came to explore the secrets of the gods." Camil calmly watched the old man before him. Whatever identity the old man