Without blinking…or without being able to blink…Zephyr stared at the obsidian pyramid, which was disintegrating. Red glowing mana flooded out like a wave, seeping out of the cracks between the walls.
From top to bottom, the pyramid crumbled inward. Any second now, the godspawn would awaken and emerge.
'Godspawns are creatures carrying the blood of godrace, the most hated and feared race in this world. They were even scarier than the demons and monsters who are known to destroy and kill everything.'
'And the reason for that was their strength and what they chose to do with it.'
Zephyr remembered the fragments of lore he had once read.
'Far back in the past of this world, before rune magic was even a thing, the world was ruled by the God race. They called themselves the mirror image of God, and they believed they were truly capable of being god.'
