Ned looked at the golden bird claw atop the skeleton.
On that bird claw, there was even a trace of fresh, dark-red color.
Clearly, not long ago, the King of the Cave Dwellers had still offered fresh blood to this bird claw.
The mottled blood had stained even the skeletal pedestal holding up the bird claw brown.
There was no need to think to know
that this golden bird claw
had to be an object left behind by the dead Black Bird the King of the Cave Dwellers had spoken of.
It was also the thing Ned had sensed earlier and wanted to search for.
"Even though it's already dead, they still enshrine a part of the dead Black Bird, hoping it can one day revive?"
Ned looked at the golden bird claw.
He thought of the fanatic, obsessive gaze of the King of the Cave Dwellers just now, and sighed inwardly.
He could understand and sympathize with the other party's feelings.
If
one day, God were to pass away like this as well, what would he think?
And what would his clansmen do?
The things they did would likely be no better than what this mad King of the Cave Dwellers had done.
Though Ned firmly believed his God would never die, even so, the moment he thought of such a thing, he felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Without God, their circumstances
would probably be no better than those of these Cave Dwellers.
Those dark years
were the best proof.
Ned looked at the golden bird claw, and his gaze gradually grew firm.
This was also the reason he had personally come to find this seemingly extraordinary thing.
But he did not want to take this so-called godly power spoken of by