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After an interval-not a very long one-Amon once again set foot on the Eastern Continent.
The sun overhead made him feel a little hot, but the death that followed him like a shadow kept reminding him where this journey ended.
Go to Chernobyl, he thought to himself, or perhaps someone was saying it in his ear. Your father (I) once emerged from there, and now he (I) was waiting for you there, so you must return, return to his (my) side.
The Forsaken Land of the Gods. He very much wanted to keep calling this place the Forsaken Land of the Gods. After all, the god who watched over it was still dead, had long been dead. To Amon, as long as it was not the Ancient Sun God watching over the Eastern Continent, everyone here had been abandoned by God.
Of course, he was the only one who thought that. The people of the Eastern Continent had now received the attention of the Fool. They had sunlight and all kinds of safe, healthy food. The Fool was also about to fulfill his promise of salvation. He had already all but secured the vast lands in the north of the Northern Continent. That was the new homeland of the giants' descendants in the outside world, and it would soon become the new homeland of the City of Silver and Moon City.
Although he was heading toward death, Amon had no other choice, so he maintained a fairly steady pace.
After walking for a while along the road leading away from the ruins of the Giant King's Court, Amon spotted traces of human activity.
The sight of that distinctly Eastern Continent camp immediately brought many things back to Amon-taking a lantern or two as he passed, or slipping something out