Chapter 361: The Caller Calls (3)
Isaac’s words stemmed from his awareness of what the Salt Council’s victory declaration truly meant.
The current outcome was far from a declaration of victory for the Salt Council. If events had unfolded as originally intended, the Salt Desert would have been utterly shattered, the Caller would have fully awakened, and the world’s oceans would have fallen into the Salt Council’s grasp. Ancient sea creatures worshipped by the old Sea Cult would have roamed the world once more.
Of course, Isaac didn’t know whether such a world would be livable or not—his role ended with facilitating the victory declaration. But he worried about the possibility of the Salt Council regressing to the barbaric customs of the ancient era a thousand years ago.
Isaac had supported the Caller’s awakening for his own benefit, but the Sea Cult, its progenitor, was far from a civilized faith. It retained ominous practices from the era of the Old Gods.
Other faiths—like the Codex of Light, Elil, the World’s Forge, and even those of the Black Empire—had had centuries to reform and temper such customs.
But the Sea Cult had missed that chance, wasting a thousand years.
No, perhaps they had already reformed admirably—by transforming into the Salt Council.
"Urbansus is a relic of the past, and your past is nothing but an old ruin. Changing your future underworld is your responsibility now. I hope you won’t decide to revert to some ancient form."
The Salt Council might never become as grand or powerful as the Codex of Light, Elil, or the World’s Forge.