"You kept us company, so you count as family to us."
"They won't kill you. In this apocalypse, you only need to go to a little town no one cares about and spend your remaining years in peace. When the Three Towers War reaches its final moment... I won't need you anymore, either."
"Run."
Run.
That was the Priest's only thought at that moment.
He had to escape quickly, because he remembered.
He remembered where one of the "gods" was hiding. The god hidden in his memories.
He had originally been the priest of that church. After those seventeen "gods" were chosen, he had also gained an extremely terrifying power because he had once been too close to them.
And because he had cared for them, he had not died.
He was one of the very few people who had escaped that strange place.
Most people had remained there, becoming extremely twisted, terrifying beings.
After the "gods" awakened, they were like some kind of radiation source, infecting him as well.
He discovered that he possessed a certain power, one he could use to construct a temporary reality.
For example...
The castle's Incident Room.
Here, he could briefly distort reality, making certain stories real.
And one of the gods was hiding within that hard-to-discover "reality."
"They appreciate the care you once gave them and won't kill you. But you must also forget me. Use more expansive memories to dilute my existence."
"That way, I can hide until that war ends."
A very, very long time later, the Priest had already forgotten how many stories he had heard and how many incidents he had witnessed...
On top of that, those "gods" really did seem to leave him alone, and he had indeed survived.
Gradually, he also forgot the most important thing.
But