Zula did not describe in detail how his father had gone mad and was ultimately buried by Zula's own hands in the cemetery where the Ratfolk tribe had laid their loved ones to rest for generations. Yet Xu Nan could sense the tremendous emotional turmoil hidden beneath his seemingly calm tone.
This was something Xu Nan had never felt before. It was rather novel.
"This has something to do with a Bard's abilities."
"According to the Pink Book, I'm currently in the advancement stage of the Apostle of Desire. This reaction is perfectly normal. This class is naturally highly sensitive to the human psyche, so it receives related bonuses in detecting emotions."
Xu Nan listened quietly. Though countless thoughts ran through his mind, he did not rashly interrupt Zula's account.
According to him, even as his father lay dying, he had insisted that he had heard the gods' summons. The gods had promised to take him and the Itka Ratfolk tribe away from this lightless abyss and grant them eternal deliverance...
But the Ratfolk, who had suffered the devils' torment day and night, had been unwilling to believe Zula's father. Zula himself had been the same. They believed he had gone mad—the clearest proof being that there had been absolutely nothing beneath the well he had dug himself!
After his father's death, Zula had led people to investigate the dry well many times. Let alone the power of some god, there had not even been the slightest trace of any mysterious force.
In the end, he had sorrowfully declared the place forbidden.
In the days that followed, the Ratfolk entered an even darker era. Zula, who had only just come of age, clearly could not protect the tribe as his father had—they suffered three attacks by dark creatures within a