But the "moon" was not the last...
Horace could clearly sense another gaze cast toward him from far away, from near the great forge where an eternal flame burned.
Clearly, the "fell god" that dwelled there, worshipped by the Fire Giants, had also taken an interest in him. That deity also wanted to "place a bet."
It had simply acted a step slower than the "moon." Perhaps it was a little more cautious?
Horace felt a little sweat forming at his temples.
Damn, another heavyweight.
What kind of blessed land were these Mountaintops of the Giants? Why did every god and monster want a piece of the action?
Lilith naturally noticed the scorching gaze from the Forge of the Giants as well.
She snorted coldly and fearlessly "glared" back in that direction.
A moment later, the scorching gaze seemed to weigh things up and likewise chose to withdraw for now. But it did not disappear entirely, continuing to "observe" quietly from afar.
Only after driving away the two "fell gods trying to steal her kid" did Lilith feel somewhat satisfied. She turned back, put on a stern expression that said "this is for your own good," and instructed Horace:
"Kid, remember this! Don't believe those fell gods' sweet talk. Moons, flames, death... none of that even sounds good! They all want to use you and trick you! Got it?"
Listening to Lilith's "righteous and stern" warning, Horace inexplicably wanted to laugh.
How did this "Formless Mother" before him, who casually produced Cursed-Blood, threatened other deities at the drop of a hat, and behaved in a manner that had nothing to do with "goodness," have the nerve to say such things?
He fell silent for two seconds, but ultimately could not hold back. Narrowing his eyes, he muttered:
"Actually... strictly speaking,