Fallen Ship?
Rod suddenly remembered that at the Giant Graveyard, the God of Giants, Beakleus, used an ultimate prophecy that spanned countless years to tell him that the Star Marrow Altar is the key to overcoming the disaster, and the three sub-gods holding the final key are all on the Fallen Ship.
"Lord Solos."
Rod hesitated for a moment, deciding to first convey to them the details of the giant prophecy.
After hearing his words, the entire flesh space fell into silence, even the writhing intestines froze.
"Lord Rod, are you telling the truth?"
The voice of the Great Shepherd Leader rose in the air, sounding deep and hoarse.
"Did the legendary War God from the Ancient Epoch, the God of Giants, Beakleus, initially request you to flee in the prophecy?"
Rod nodded, in fact, he wasn't the first; in many prophecies, their first reaction was always that the Black Fog was immensely strong, and their only option was to flee.
