Chapter 288: Are they all my followers?
The gel avatar stuck out its little belly and proudly wobbled its gel, clearly very satisfied with this little clone of the original.
"You don't need to go to the Adventurer's Guild anymore, I already know the origins of those cultists," it said.
Just moments ago, its small divine sense had skimmed through the letter Kane wrote, instantly browsing all its contents.
The New Xirik Society — a new sect born in the Northern Territory of the White Horse Kingdom.
In that furnace region ringed by ice and snow, strange signs had stirred turmoil and suspicion in the kingdom, and they had also given rise to a heretical ideology called the New Sun.
Or rather, calling it the Dark Sun might be more accurate.
They said Xirik's ideas and faith had existed back in those distant city-state eras, then vanished, only to show signs of resurfacing now under the new name New Xirik.
And those believers, though they outwardly claimed to worship the sun, actually venerated the power of shadow, worshipping a black sun called Xirik.
They insisted this primal faith predated even the age when Eryn the Shadow Dragon created his divine realm.