"My lord."
"My master!!"
The sky was growing dark.
Only a few seconds had passed since Lin An settled on a course of action, and the dense stench of blood had yet to disperse.
Several agitated shouts rang out behind Lin An.
The distinctly different forms of address revealed their different thoughts.
Anduin was trembling slightly as he gulped in deep breaths, staring at the corpses scattered across the ground with confusion and shock in his eyes. It was as if he had only just come to his senses from the "prayer."
Old Put, meanwhile, gazed at Lin An with fervor and raised his arm, shouting loudly.
"The God Master has bestowed power upon us! All these wicked people, all the evil in this world, shall be swept away!"
Turning around, Lin An first looked at Anduin.
He could feel that this boy, who was only sixteen or seventeen, perhaps even younger, seemed frightened and uneasy at that moment, his eyes filled with fear.
Unlike Old Put and the others, who had completely come to regard him as the incarnation of a god after receiving power, without the slightest suspicion remaining...
Anduin seemed somewhat at a loss.
He had never seen such a brutal death. Or rather, he felt that he and the others seemed just like monsters, just like believers of an Evil God.
"Are you afraid?"
Lin An spoke softly, looking calmly at the boy before him.
Anduin had undergone the conversion as well, but its effects on him were clearly not as good as on Old Put and the others.
If Anduin was truly afraid, if he was fundamentally unable to accept this "power" deep down, Lin An naturally would not force him.
Anduin had saved him. He was only a pitiful child.
Yet, contrary to Lin