The dull grinding of stone sounded like a long dirge, mourning the row of twisted corpses.
His questions were answered at that moment, too.
With so many Wizards and apprentices dying in the same manner, the nature of the incident had changed. The Foreign God Oversight Council had to investigate.
Wizards and apprentices could die, even in large numbers. In the Supreme Council's philosophy, conflict between Wizards was itself part of the world's order. Those old Wizards had their own peculiar standards for what constituted order and its disruption, along with some outrageous yet internally consistent views.
For instance, if the deaths of these Wizards and apprentices turned out to have been caused by some Wizard's experiment or a spell, the culprit would most likely face no serious punishment.
When he witnessed the Bread God's defeat, Ruger had felt something strange deep down. Those esteemed Wizards inspired trust and reassurance, but they also inspired dread. Their power was frightening, their principles were frightening, and their persistence was just as frightening-even their benevolence.
"As you can see, this isn't all of them..." The stubbled Wizard lowered his arm.
The grinding of the stone slabs stopped at that moment.
Ruger raised his eyebrows. At a glance, there were more than fifty raised stone platforms, which meant there were more than fifty of those strange things.
"Please, choose whichever you like and keep a crystal handy. In our experience, you may need it later," said the other Wizard from the Foreign God Oversight Council.
As he spoke, he opened his hand to show them. A pale yellow crystal rested in his palm, taken from the crystalline portions of those corpses.
Choose whichever we like?
What is there to choose?
Ruger probed with his mental power, while the others beside him tried the same.