Chapter 315: Breakdown and Repair (3)
In the Imperial Palace corridors, I was walking through a place that resembled a spiderweb or a maze, whose connections were entirely unknown.
Thud, thud.
Only my footsteps clearly echoed in the silent darkness as at the far end of that corridor, a person stood visible, as if waiting for me and watching me.
Thud, thud.
He was the last follower, the closest to God, marking the end of this world’s narrative, and I approached him without hesitation.
“Quay.”
Quay swayed like a ghost as he looked at me.
"Let us go to the Altar's Land of Destruction," I continued.
At the mention of the Land of Destruction, Quay looked into my eyes without saying a word.
"Let us go to your temple," I added.
At the mention of the temple, a question clouded Quay's eyes, but only for a moment.
"It appears you already know my mind," Quay replied.