[God of shadows and scrutiny, Yafegemeng]. [Keeper of faith of the blazing sun and stars, Sodros] [Deity of art and music, Muse] [Water god, Ketayat] [God of a thousand hands, the indescribable Aditya]
Lynn stared blankly at the ancient names on the gravestones. They were packed densely together, representing that ancient age.
There were evil gods, righteous gods, and ancient unknowable beings.
And without exception.
They had all died in that final war, leaving behind only their epitaphs. Every deity from before that era had come to be known to later generations as the Old Gods.
But in truth.
How were they any different from the gods of this era?
Only with difficulty did Lynn recover from that ancient aura. He steadied his mind, refusing to let those gods' names affect him, and walked forward one step at a time.
The center of the Divine Temple, at the very heart of the countless gravestones, had collapsed.
It had formed an enormous hollow.
The high-ranking Night Doctors of Dark Night City had already sealed off the area, allowing no one to approach. When they had first entered this place, many Night Doctors with weak wills had been driven straight into madness by what lay inside that hollow.
Lynn arrived there.
He needed no barrier. The moment the Night Doctors guarding the area saw his face, they automatically cleared a path for him.
And merely approaching that hollow.
Brought a putrid stench and the smell of blood rushing into his face, making his head spin.
Sir Awen had also come here a day earlier and laid a barrier of psionics over the deep pit, preventing that terrifying, corruptive aura from leaking out.
Lynn walked to the edge of the hollow.
He opened his eyes and gazed down.
At that moment.