Ten minutes later, O'dor landed on the ground and dug away the upper layer of soil, revealing five corpses buried thirty meters below.
"Their souls were eaten by something."
O'dor stared at the five mummified corpses, his expression somewhat grave.
"The aura of an Outer God."
Just as everyone was lost in thought, Kyle made a shocking statement.
"That's possible."
Recalling the information Guidance of Fate had given him, Velin felt that he might have uncovered some of the truth.
"I think..."
Before Velin could finish, space shattered, and an old man in gray robes stepped out.
Velin stared at the figure, his eyes widening.
Wasn't this the Ascetic Monk of the Church of Dawn he had met more than ten years ago? Why was he here? Had he come for the Outer God's followers as well?
"Esteemed ******, it is a pleasure to meet you again." The old man in gray bowed respectfully.
"Uh..."
Aside from Kyle, both O'dor and Bamund gave Velin scrutinizing looks. Velin really wanted to tell them that he knew nothing.
"This... may I ask how I should address you?"
"You may call me Gerrard." The old man in gray smiled, ignoring the others.
"Lord Gerrard, did you also come in pursuit of the Outer God's followers?"
"Yes, but not entirely. More precisely, I came to assist you in eliminating the Outer God's followers." Gerrard shook his head as he answered.
Just as Velin wanted to ask more, Gerrard walked to the place where the Outer God's presence was strongest and tore open space with his bare hands.
"An unknown Interlayer Space." Kyle spoke with a profound gaze.
All of a sudden, Bamund felt like he was useless. Other than standing to the side and watching, all he could do was stand to the side