"It's the Holy One and the others, and our god! They really are here! Two thousand years-they've been guarding this place all along!"
Messiah and the others stood dazed, tears streaming down their cheeks one after another.
Since Apocalypse Year One.
That legend now existed almost exclusively in their sacred scriptures. Even to many of the Hidden Cultivation Society's current clergy, it was so distant that they doubted whether it had ever really happened.
But now, no explanation was needed!
Their god was right here! They had been suppressing that calamity from the Deep Sea all along!
Trembling, Messiah tried to approach.
But at that very moment, Lynn stopped her. His gaze rested on the Seraphim deity within that domain as he said:
"Don't go near her. There's a powerful aura of the Old Days on her."
Everyone shuddered.
The flames on Lynn's body blazed fiercely, illuminating the path around them.
Lynn looked at the figure beside the sea cliff and said:
"Are you still conscious? Were you the one calling me just now, Seraphim?"
Lynn gripped the long Black Feather in his hand and raised it above his head like a torch. Its radiance illuminated the Seraphim's drenched wings.
Gurgle, gurgle-
It was at that very moment.
Streak after streak of pitch-black slime slowly seeped from beneath the eyelids of the angel in the darkness, running down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.
It resembled eerie black blood, or some kind of chaotic upheaval.
The Blind God.
And the Seraphim's panel appeared before Lynn's eyes.
``` [Seraphim (Cthulhu)]
[Level]: ???
[Faction]: ???
[Race]: Angel God Race/Old Days Ruler
[Combat ability]: Pray.
[Introduction]: A Seraphim who survived the Great Upheaval Three Thousand Years Ago, a member of the Angel God Race presiding over war. For unknown reasons, however, she