She looked up at him as if surprised that he would be asking such a question. But she soon wiped the expression from her face and shrugged with casual arrogance. "Of course you pass... Chief. But it was really unexpected."
Galthor didn't say anything. He simply turned to Brakthar who ducked his head into another bow and cleared his throat. "Well... yes, you pass?"
Finally, Galthor released his Divine aura that swept around him like suppressive wind, pressing down on the two barbarians in front of him.
He wasn't trying to harm them, he just wanted to let them see.
They didn't need any nudging as they immediately swept to their knees.
"I am the Apostle of the god. The barbarian god has chosen me to spread his Divine might and break the chains of our people. He feels your wrath and he answers."
Galthor's voice was solemn and somber. He spoke slowly but each word was filled with authority and power. It carried dignity and divinity that made any mortals who heard it feel their insides tremble.
It was weird talking about himself like a third party, but it was something he had to get used to fast.
Karathra was the first to say something. She took a deep breath and her face shone with both greed and hope. There was no doubt about it now. "What... what is his instruction? What does he want us to do?"
Galthor smiled. "What else? We are going to liberate all of our people. Going from county to county and district to district until all barbarians are free of chains. The thirteen regions must be our own again. They must carry our banner!"
The two barbarians before him looked at him with hope and resolution. Maybe before they couldn't even dare to think of such things, but now, with a god standing behind them, who would dare to stand against them?
In truth, Galthor didn't think far ahead about what he was going to do once he got to the Revolutionary group and gained his few worshippers so that he wouldn't fade away.
But it was already in his mind. In his past life, he lived a life of confinement on a bed. He lacked freedom, bound by his own body.
And now, as a barbarian, he also lacked freedom. Maybe his very soul carried a cruel fate to bind him, but he was determined to be free to do all he wanted.
If it meant liberating an entire race, then it was not a high price to pay.
So he looked at his followers. "He feels your wrath, and he answers."
His tone was gentle and yet the two shuddered as if what he said was a shout of a war cry, and maybe it was. After all, they finally had a god to throw their burden upon.
Karathra stood up, her face solemn. "I am ready to follow him and swing my axe in his name. Tell me his name, Chief!"
Brakthar nodded and stood as well, his eyes shining with resolve.
Galthor looked at them calmly, but inside, he was panicking.
"... I forgot to think of a name when I was in the cave! Fuck! What name should I give? This is something I should give a lot of thought to since it's going to be what I'll be using for a long time..."
But suddenly, an instinct took over and he opened his mouth. "His name... is Unchanging Wrath."
The name felt heavy to speak, and it weighed on the ear. But it was right. It was as if that had been Galthor's name all along and he had just realized it.
Unchanging Wrath.
God of Wrath.
Karathra bowed her head and tightened her fist. "I will fight in the name of the Unchanging Wrath! I will carry his banner and let his flame of anger burn where he will!"
Galthor was satisfied to hear that, not only because she said it, but rather because he could feel the devotion through the Divine connection, and the same was coming from Brakthar.
"Good. Now let's go and feed our people. I'll answer any questions later."
Karathra and Brakthar took the kill, with the former carrying the head while the latter dragged the body behind them.
The return journey was even smoother than when they entered the Abyssal land, and was also more silent. They didn't encounter a single monster, as if the death of the cursed monster Noctis Howler had caused a ripple.
When they reached the entrance of the Abyssal land, the three banner masters could only stare at what they saw. No, they looked troubled.
They were masters themselves, and they knew Karathra's group shouldn't have been able to slay a cursed monster, not to talk of one of the strongest.
They were shaken, especially the two barbarians among them.
But Galthor didn't even spare a single glance at them. His focus right then was only to eat and take proper rest, something he hadn't done for some weeks.