The teleportation glow over the temple square gradually faded, and two figures appeared before us: Kenser and Lin's followers had arrived.
Kenser and Lin counted as the younger generation in the Star Territory, but as gods with infinite lifespans, they were beings who had lived as long as the world itself—or even longer—in mortal eyes. Over those long years, they had each accumulated a considerable number of followers under their names. Ding Dang was an exception because she was an idiot; before Lilina appeared, even if Ding Dang had followers, they had always been a complete mess. But those followers had never come to Shadow City before, so I was intensely curious. I wanted to see what the followers of these two usually unreliable gods were like, and I had already imagined a few possibilities. Once the two figures came into focus, though, I discovered they were completely different from what I had expected.
One of them was an old man dressed in an undecorated coarse-cloth robe. The robe was so simple it looked like nothing more than a whole piece of grayish-white fabric. His hair and beard were both white, his long beard hanging to his chest. Judging by human appearances, he had to be at least ninety. The only thing marking his unusual identity was the metal staff in his hand, as tall as he was. This staff was clearly no ordinary object: it was entirely golden, with a faint holy light flowing across its surface. Though it had little decoration, the enormous crystal set into its top was enough to prove its extraordinary nature. Honestly, I thought the staff had a much stronger presence than the old man in front of me. He looked completely ordinary, from his clothes to his face. If you insisted there was