The Clamor (30)
Though Crow Feather was elusive, he had still learned quite a lot so far.
For example, he now had a rough idea why Lycanthropy Disease had appeared—to force the Night Watchers to send more people over.
The Clamor Tide, powerful enough to awaken a god, had been started by ordinary people. But the real transformation had occurred when the horn sounded for the second time in Valentine, under Crow Feather's control.
The many Transcendents who had still been able to keep their sanity hadn't held out. They'd all fallen victim and joined the ranks calling for a god.
Quite a few of them must have been brought in from nearby to help investigate the Lycanthropy Disease, just like Cassandra.
Camus and Marco should have been among them, too. In any case, it seemed that the Clamor Tide needed the participation of many Transcendents below demigod level to take shape.
Such were the methods of the gods!
Everything had happened without a sound, yet all the pieces had fallen neatly into place.
The Night Watchers had clearly taken the threat extremely seriously, but they'd still suffered a major setback.
Some of his own actions—like killing Marco and abandoning his post—must have helped delay the formation of the Clamor Tide to some extent.
Unfortunately, it clearly hadn't been enough.
Most importantly, under Ariel's distortion, it seemed that in this battle of perceptions between gods, the Clamor Tide would end almost immediately once Rom gained the upper hand.
That was just outrageously underhanded. It was practically like watching his own mission and countering him in real time.
Couldn't he let his followers worship him for a little longer?
Grumbling to himself, Fu Qian spun the silver-white pistol in his hand.
This was Mercy, which he'd discarded earlier and then retrieved