Parting the heavy clouds of history, two gazes met again across endless ages.
Blazet with a Ghost Face could not help exclaiming inwardly in bewilderment:
Why are you still you!
The God-Burial Land was a wondrous place to begin with. Otherwise, those deities on the verge of falling would never have chosen to rest there forever.
The God of Light had chosen to negotiate with this place, demanding that the beings within the God-Burial Land not interfere with the normal workings of the world.
The God of Order, however, had refused all compromise and concession. Ignoring the covenant left behind by the God of Light, he had entered the God-Burial Land alone and crushed every clamoring voice.
But the fallen deities, their shattered corpses, broken souls, and drifting resentment had become fresh nourishment, enriching this region once again and making it even stranger.
It was like fertile soil where malice flourished. Given time, it would inevitably give birth to new sources of turmoil.
The God of Order must have seen this, which was why he had ordered Raniedal to banish this region.
Raniedal, who had always served as the Chief Gods' proxy for dirty work, had successfully completed the task the God of Order had assigned him, leaving a marker out of a small measure of self-interest.
This was something a deity who had grown up in a fishing village would habitually do. He had always lacked a true sense of security. After all, even the world of gods was not so easy and comfortable.
Every time a Divine War broke out, deities who had chosen the wrong side would fall in droves.
Yet although Blazet was still Blazet, he was no longer the skull that had been drenched back then.
His life had long since fallen silent. It was