Ⅲ
Silent hissing.
A savage heart.
A greedy soul.
Countless kinds of flesh had combined in grotesquely malformed ways to give Imora the Devourer its present, snakelike appearance-no, more precisely, it only resembled a snake in broad outline. Snakes had no tumors, no tentacles, and certainly did not hang corpses outside their skin like gallows rising one after another from the ground.
Whenever Imora traveled underground, the corpses on those gallows hissed with a sound only those possessing [Spirituality] could hear.
Wave after wave of hissing drew those possessing [Spirituality] closer.
It twisted their hearts beyond recognition.
And in the end?
They became food for Imora the Devourer.
Of course, Imora still preferred the food those strong ants brought it.
Every morsel was delicious-not only rich in juices, but packed with considerable power.
But everything had changed when that ant carrying a longsword, who called himself a knight, arrived!
That ridiculous ant had actually tried to reason with it!
Back then, it had still been a god!
It had been sacred and inviolable!
One of the supreme beings!
So it had swallowed him whole, and then...
He had cut open its belly, severed its body, and extinguished its divine fire...
The god had become a mere creature.
But not a day passed without it longing to return to the clouds.
So it had lain in hiding, waiting for an opportunity.
And at last, that opportunity had come.
Mihailo!
That latecomer!
Though only a latecomer, he still offered it some basis for trust-because this latecomer wanted to return to the clouds even more desperately than it did. He had even gone mad.
At that, Imora wanted to laugh.
It had not laughed in a long time, unless it truly could not help itself.
Even after falling from godhood, it knew to