What exactly did this "god" want to do?
Now that he had confirmed Amun the Giant Deer was truly in suspended animation, this was what concerned—and worried—Gawain most.
Clearly, Amun the Giant Deer understood very well what Gawain was anxious about.
"If I were to return to mortal sight, I imagine it would cause quite a stir..." There was a hint of amusement in its voice as its enormous eyes calmly watched Gawain. "What do you think of that?"
"To be honest, I'd rather you didn't leave this place," Gawain said frankly. "Nor would I want you to return to mortal sight. Even though three thousand years have passed, the Druidic legacy remains, and there are plenty of people obsessed with religious restoration who would take an interest in a 'god's return.' Some might resume their faith in the Nature God; others might use the return of an ancient god as an excuse to cause trouble. None of that is something I want to see."
"Rest assured, neither do I. I paid an enormous price to break free from the cycle, and it was hardly so that one day I could return to the Divine Throne," Amun said with a soft laugh. "So you can set your mind at ease."
"I'll do my best," Gawain said with a sigh.
After all, he was dealing with an unfathomable and immensely powerful god. Whether he could be at ease was often not something he could decide for himself.
Once he had finished speaking, he could not help looking Amun, the Nature God, up and down again.
That colossal, sacred figure was held fast by countless restraint devices from the era of Ancient Gandor. Thick chains and Rune Pillars formed layers upon layers of barriers that had remained operational to this day. Countless