Chapter 370
Mahu added, her tone firm, "One thing is certain: they won’t make the same mistake twice. Jaus’s counterpart crossed a line, which allowed our interference. Next time, they’ll avoid that."
As her form and Jaus’s continued to fade, Mahu’s voice lingered in the air. "Ember is close to finishing the seals."
Meanwhile, in a world ruled by goblins, now plunged into total war, a battlefield roared with the clash of demons and ratmen. Amid the chaos, a massive carriage, invisible to the naked eye and undeterred by the bloodshed, moved unbothered through the carnage.
At the front of the carriage, a goblin dressed like a butler sat with an air of indifference. Occasionally, his hand reached out to grasp the soul of a ratman, tearing it to pieces. Some fragments he consumed, while the rest he shared with his companion.
The interior of the carriage, however, was a sight unsuitable for children—or most eyes, for that matter. What had previously been a modest space with seats and a table was now transformed. A large, flower-adorned bed dominated the space, where Ikenga and Keles lay together, entirely unclothed and deeply entangled.
The two gods had seemingly forgotten their earlier resolve to avoid disrespecting Crepuscular—or, in Ikenga’s case, Mahu’s potential reaction to their situation.
The reason for their current state? Boredom.
The journey to reunite with Phantom was a long one, and neither Ikenga nor Keles had initially minded. For the first two months, they busied themselves observing the monotonous and mildly interesting lives of the ratmen marked by Ikenga. But as the invasion escalated into full-blown war, they abandoned their vigil, turning their focus to the battles.
Even the war, however, eventually lost its allure. With nothing left to distract them, Ikenga found it increasingly stressful to share such close quarters with Keles, especially after they had both made their feelings for each other clear.