Dusk, the setting sun cast its glow.
This estate stood at the edge of the forest, where a neatly cleared patch of open ground had been carved out.
A stream flowed through it.
It could be seen that this had once been farmland, but now it was overgrown with grass, looking somewhat desolate.
In the distance, a small building was bathed in the lingering glow of the sunset. Farther off stood a row of low houses, once the servants' quarters.
"It's already dusk. Why hasn't Opp returned yet?" Birds began chirping outside.
In the abandoned estate where Opp had once stayed, several False Gods in the small building had waited for half the day, yet their companion who had gone out still had not returned. They were beginning to lose their composure.
Several figures slowly rose from the corners. Even they, who had possessed such great patience, could no longer sit still.
"Could it be... that something happened to him? This Romon may not necessarily agree to our alliance." That voice, mingling male and female tones, sounded once more.
"Perhaps Opp acted on his own. I sensed his intentions," someone said.
"Let's go take a look. I refuse to believe that, no matter how formidable he is, the combined strength of the few of us still can't deal with him!" a shrill voice said. "If Opp acted on his own and succeeded, we can't let him keep everything for himself."
Few Divine Beings who had once been False Gods were good people. Good people could not become Divine Beings, much less survive in this world for centuries.
Those words stirred the hearts of the several False Gods.
"I've had enough of this kind of life. I don't want to keep hiding like this. I heard Romon God's territory is rich