Everything had two sides. In the godless age, the Church was no longer there to be an eyesore, but the aftereffects of the wound to faith continued to ferment across the continent.
The noble class cared only about securing its own rule, ignoring what the gods meant to ordinary people.
With their hearts empty and lost, people were easily exploited by cult organizations. For a time, all manner of Evil Gods sprang up across the continent.
Southeast Province, Blood Moon County.
Ever since the Hundred Mile Corridor had been opened, this place had become an important trade route linking the Alpha Kingdom and the Black Forest Kingdom.
The merchant caravans passing through every day had turned this remote little county into a prosperous place.
However, Viscount Autumn had an odd habit. He disliked outsiders entering his lair, so the original county seat had become the lord's private domain.
Aside from nobles from Southeast Province, who could enter and leave freely, everyone else had to report their arrival before entering—and most of the time, they were denied.
Under such circumstances, Kama Town, thirty miles outside the county seat, had gradually flourished thanks to its advantageous location, providing rest stops and supplies for passing caravans.
An inconspicuous general store had opened in a corner of the town, but the old shopkeeper in charge of the business could not muster any interest.
The Church had splintered apart, leaving people like them—agents planted within cults—utterly adrift.
If that had been all, the Skeleton Lord would only have been pleased. The rotten Church had finally collapsed, and the glory of the Lord of Dawn would once again shine upon the world.
Yet the blood rain that fell from the sky and the news of the gods' deaths had struck him like a hammer.
The Lord