The fragmented memories of a native of this lost lands was mostly filled with fanatical worshiping of a false god!
At least, to Anon, this being that they worshipped could not be considered God.
Besides the chanting which, for the most part, sounded like the song of a devil, there were also regular offerings to be made by the native people, toward this so-called god.
'Indeed, to describe this being, the title of Devil would be more accurate.' Anon pinched his chin in thought.
'Huh?' Anon's brows furrowed.
'Devil?!'
Anon's body suddenly transformed into starlight that dissipated in the air as he rushed out of the tunnel in less than five steps!
The tunnel which he shot out from trembled upon experiencing his power. Standing in the dark third layer of the mind swallowing abyss, Anon's gaze was cold and sharp.
'Devil? Devil?! Such a familiar... Who else is a devil?' Anon's thoughts churned rapidly through his mind.
