Just like a marionette, the blur of flesh that was its hands swayed, and the head suddenly twisted 270 degrees, the turbid eyes gazing at Kael:
"In the end, we concluded that in order to win this war, deception is crucial, constructing cages out of webs of lies.
Ah, that's correct, isn't it, Lord? Just like you tried to deceive the gods with the power of mortals, a beautifully sinister scheme, but your plot...
has a problem!
Did you really think that your actions wouldn't be observed by those gods? So, sing praises for the name of Shirek! The Prince of Lies has also endorsed what you've done!"
By the time Kael regained his senses, he found himself in a vast, vaguely familiar expanse of whiteness.
Soon, after a flash of white light dissipated, what Kael saw was a landscape scarred and sore.
The white light was the intense brightness emanating from the center of an explosion.
An inexplicable message entered his mind.
