Chapter 212: A crevice on the ground.
He turned his eyes to Ogain. "Beasts like griffins... and dragons... they can track the blood bond. Through any realm. Across the deepest shadows. Even in that place." His gaze slid back to Ren. "If you enter the Gods’ Prison, your griffin can find him."
Ren’s eyes snapped to the platform. Her heart beat faster with a reckless kind of hope. "Can you make a portal to that realm? From here?"
A dry, humorless smile flickered on his lips. "I am a demon god, girl. Have you ever known a demon foolish enough to enter that wretched place of his own will?"
His voice cracked like stone. His eyes, though timeless, flickered with something that looked very much like fear. She couldn’t imagine seeing a god fearing another gods realm.
Ren’s face darkened. "Then how do I enter the prison?" Her words carried desperation like that cold.
He shook his head slowly. "I cannot forge the path. Not directly. But something is wrong here... something unnatural." He turned, his attention fixed on a looming sculpture carved into the stone courtyard wall. A cloaked figure with hollow eyes, one arm lifted in solemn warning.
He pointed to it. "That is Elcasore," he said, voice lowering. "The guardian saint of the Gods’ Prison."
Ren’s breath caught.
She had seen that statue before, walked past it, and dismissed it as nothing more than temple lore. But now the name burned into her mind like a forgotten prophecy uncovered. She had heard this Saint was cruel.
"She was a prison keeper?" Ren asked, barely above a whisper.
The god nodded once. "She is older than any of the saints you’ve heard of. Her role is to stand at the threshold, where the divine ends and the forsaken begins. The gods love her so much."