Chapter 31: Gods and Prophecies
In the dim, stinking depths of the sewers, a wicked lich was interrogating a hideous, twisted hag about the secrets of godhood.
From any angle, it looked exactly like the prelude to a villain's grand, evil scheme.
In truth, though, Ambrose didn't get anything useful out of her.
The hag's so-called "prophecy" was just something she'd heard from other hags.
"The blasphemous experiment to defy the gods has finally succeeded. The result lies hidden in the sewers beneath Alkhemia—a relic capable of manifesting divine power itself. Whoever obtains it shall ascend and become a true god."
The hag spoke as if she were reciting a divine revelation, but Ambrose only felt the weight of human stupidity.
If Alkhemia had truly made a relic that could grant godhood, why would they leave it underground?
Wouldn't the council head of Alkhemia, mysterious and all-powerful as he was, simply use it himself? Why would he allow the city's economy to spiral into ruin?
And gods weren't something you could become just by working hard enough. That was mortal delusion.