"The Forgotten chose to flee—or rather, [Forgetfulness]. They believed White Crow devouring the world was inevitable, so... they gave up resisting."
"Huh? They surrendered?"
"Not exactly. White Crow wouldn't care what they thought anyway. They chose to build a refuge, hoping to remain after being devoured."
"Remain where? Inside White Crow's stomach?"
"More or less. They built the Forgotten Temple within the cracks of reality. It existed neither in the present world nor in the Sea of Unconsciousness, and this white mist is the manifestation of the Forgotten Temple."
"If it did not exist in the present world, it would not be destroyed when devoured. If it did not exist in the Sea of Unconsciousness, it would not suffer pollution."
Theus scratched his head. Why did this line of thinking actually seem pretty reasonable?
The various sects within these churches often denounced one another as lunatics, but judging by their doctrines, their actions were not only sane—they were rather rational.
"And then? How did the Forgotten Temple completely perish? Hadn't they built the safest refuge?"
Little Gwen sneered. "The safest refuge, an unbreachable fortress, an unbreakable alliance... Do those names remind you of anything?"
Theus nodded, vaguely guessing their fate.
"Being neither in the present world nor in the Sea of Unconsciousness meant they no longer had an [anchor] in this world. They became an existence independent of it."
"They did not even need an accident. The moment they chose to flee from this world, they had already been abandoned by it."
"Having no connection to this world, their refuge became like a ship that had lost its anchor, drifting lost across the sea."
"They attained true immortality. The Forgotten Temple was forgotten by the world, and they spent who knew how many millennia in that safe refuge. When even