The gods are dead... and now they've finally begun to decay...
The old man before them spoke in such a normal, natural tone, yet it left everyone present with an indescribable sense of weirdness.
Magnan's hand was already resting on the table, slightly crossing, as he stared intently at the old man calling himself "Duvalt": "Which god are you talking about?"
The old man laughed, speaking with great candor: "Who else could it be? Of course, it's the Supreme Narrator."
When the suspicious old man uttered the term "Supreme Narrator," Yuri and Magnan's pupils noticeably contracted, but the situation didn't unfold as they imagined; everything seemed just like a normal conversation.
At this moment, Gawain finally discerned some details from the ragged patterns on the old man's worn-out robe, depicting a fragmented earth with a symbolic hand hovering above...
"You're a priest of the Supreme Narrator," Gawain said calmly, "but why do you say the gods are dead?"
