Astraea was truly regretting waking up in this era. If only that damned Steelweaver did not exist, she could have slept for another century or two, and all these issues of the mainland would have been solved on their own.
In trying to prevent Damian and others from growing too much, they gave them even bigger reasons to seek strength.
There was another minor god on the mainland now. And unlike Landbreaker, this one was abnormally powerful, able to strengthen not just the pathfinders but all of mankind. The glimpses Astraea had seen of his ideas were beyond revolutionary. A man like him would indeed become a true god within a few centuries if left alone; there was no doubt about it.
'Could he truly be him? Am I really being deceived on such a level?'
The Black Man.
