He boarded the brass vessel with them.
Pei Geduo could not remember when this thing had appeared at the cave window, but he knew he had no choice. Other than following these monsters into their nest, there was no other path.
He had no concept of a spaceship. He merely assumed it might be one of the floating cities from ancient legends. It was said that, in those ages when sorcery flourished, great Wizards lived in cities like this.
Pei Geduo thought about many things along the way.
Clearly, Rayne's betrayal had not been a spur-of-the-moment decision. Or perhaps it could not even be called betrayal; he had received such orders from the very beginning.
Though he could not claim to know much, Pei Geduo had still looked into the organization known as the Civic Temple. In his eyes, this organization, which had survived for ten thousand years since ancient times, was far too unbelievable.
He did not believe that, without outside support, an organization could remain so unyielding and resilient.
No schisms, no infighting, no decline. It had even been able to lie dormant so quietly for so long.
It was plainly illogical.
But if this organization had been an extension of some powerful force from the beginning, then everything made sense.
The Civic Temple was merely a tentacle, an insignificant part of some colossal entity. As long as the main body endured, it would remain safe and sound.
And the Cabal might be that colossal entity.
Or perhaps even the Cabal was merely one of its more important parts.
Pei Geduo's mind was in chaos. He felt as though his world had completely collapsed, yet the new world had not been rebuilt.
He had gazed up at the stars countless times, yet he had never realized that this