Gods, Like Streamers, Needed Bold Stunts!

Like Pierson, Elden knelt nearby, her dark eyes gradually widening.

Her pupils—and her entire mind—filled with the terrifying figure deep within the darkness.

Elden even felt a little breathless.

After conducting the Ritual so many times, this was the first time she had seen a distinct form in that endless darkness!

The figure's appearance did more than confirm her suspicions. More importantly, it gave Elden hope.

The Black Sun, which represented endless depths and endurance, finally had a distinct form!

It could finally answer her!

And the one who was about to answer her...

While the two of them were lost in thought, a deep voice they both recognized came from the writhing darkness ahead.

In that voice, Pierson sensed divinity as lofty as the heavens.

In that voice, Elden felt the sunlight that had once helped her.

"You two really are full of good intentions~"

There was no reproach in the voice, only a hint of resignation and reflection.

Nor did it carry lofty authority or a winter's chill.

It sounded more like someone resigned to having his true identity discovered.

Hearing the warmth in his voice, they both prostrated themselves and cried out in praise.

"We greet the great God of the Negative World! We greet the great Deep Father!"

Once they heard Evan's voice, many of their private suspicions found confirmation.

From Elden's account of the Black Sun, Pierson finally understood why Evan was immune to the Blasphemous Plague.

Elden, in turn, understood that Evan definitely possessed divine power from the Black Sun!

After their greeting, Elden praised him in a voice trembling with excitement.

"Father who dwells in the deep darkness, hear us! Forgive me and the believer who came with me for disturbing your rest."

"We Witches have waited so long that our souls have