Theus immediately took control of the body and remained perfectly still, not even opening his eyes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, letting in a sliver of the light outside. There was light here, and it was very bright.
Where was this? Had he been released?
In an instant, countless jumbled thoughts arose in his mind, but Theus could only force them down and remain utterly motionless, like an empty shell.
There was no need to investigate just yet. He could pretend to be...
"Success! Success!"
"The evil god has descended!"
"Wonderful, everything went smoothly! We're saved!"
"As expected of the chief—he actually made the Moth Lord descend..."
Theus's heart stirred.
Theus swallowed. If all of these people were Transcendents, then Castel was truly in trouble.
He could not tell how many of them there were for the moment, but if they clashed with the Banshee, even if they won, it would only be a pyrrhic victory.
Cultists would not take the initiative to harm their own god, would they?
"He's an Outer God! The Transcendents, hold him back with me! The other believers, go notify the lord here! He just summoned an evil god—only he can deal with an Outer God!"
Theus pursed his lips, his tone becoming somewhat calmer.
"Sister Chloe!?"
"How... is that possible... an evil god..."
It should be on the island, right?
Wait, wasn't I the evil god they summoned now?
No, that couldn't be it, could it? Was it really that weak? And that evil god looked rather slow-witted too, not even reacting.
Theus had intended to simply return, but suddenly paused.
Besides, he was not even a Transcendent. Struggling would be useless.
Theus froze where he stood.
The Moth Lord? Was that the evil god originally inside this shell?
This was bad. It was