Following the foot of the mountain, Sno stepped through the frozen dusk and circled to the front of the Giant King's Court. All he had to do was follow the narrow path, pass through the decaying forest, cross the desolate tunnel, take the ancient elevator to the mountaintop, reach the main hall with a spire on one side and a round tower on the other, avoid the lingering spirits of the giant guards, and push open the gates of the Giant King's Court. Then he would see Sarsiriel's Evil Spirit and the first Blasphemy Slate.
It was said to have formed from the corpse of the first God Almighty and possessed the power to connect to the Chaos Sea. As for Sno now, Sarsiriel Evil Spirit was no troublesome enemy.
However, just as he tried to step onto the towering staircase built for giants, Heavenly Punishment suddenly began trembling out of control. Then, the gaze that had rested upon him ever since he entered the Forsaken Land of the Gods grew slightly heavier. A thought emerged in his mind from nowhere—
Not yet.
This was an Oracle. Unlike the whispers and ravings of the past, it was an incomparably clear expression of intent. Sno's attempt to move forward froze, and he immediately understood.
The Forsaken Land of the Gods was no secret to true gods. Leaving aside the gazes of the three gods of wind, wisdom, and white, who had no direct stake in this matter, they had never once looked away from that door. All of them wanted the first Blasphemy Slate, wanted the chance to connect to the Chaos Sea, and were curious about Sarsiriel Evil Spirit's current condition.
Although Herabogen had already expressed his stance through 0-01, he had never been a god of integrity. He would