Leonidas stared at the words for a long, long time, his eyes turning glassy, his mind coming to a stop. The first phrase, [Fear Sacrifice, Bane of the Gods], was ominous enough. After all, what could threaten the gods themselves, being of power so immense they could shatter the universe with a snap?
Obviously, something could…seeing how they were dead. Then there was the second phrase, [Admire Sacrifice, Herald of the Unseen], an equally insidious phrase, perhaps even more so than the first.
Herald, a being fearsome enough to threaten the very existence of the gods, to become their bane, was a mere messenger for something greater?
What were the Unseen? Were they the beings that had brought the downfall of the divine? Were they the profane beings that had cursed his world to a hateful end?
Leonidas was burning with anger at the very thought. Not because he was sad the gods had been killed, even though he was. The gods were like parents to every mortal that had ever been born.
