Or maybe it was the power of faith condensed from years of Pigmen's religious Sacrifice?
But compared to the Sacrifice itself, all that seemed a bit unimportant.
Divinity +3, I'm out.
Lance turned back the way he came and quickly returned to that breeding room that had already been slaughtered once.
Back then Paracelsus had done his work here—the marks of corrosion, and the bones left behind after the Corpse Decomposition Spore devoured the Flesh.
Looking at the scene, that anger which had originally dissipated flared up again.
That damn old ancestor!
Always leaving these messes behind!
Lance really wasn't wrong to curse, because the Pigmen were made by the old ancestor, and it was under his step‑by‑step guidance that they became what they are now.
He had originally planned to go back and lie flat, but the task Paracelsus had given him, plus the emotions that had just surged up, wouldn't allow him to just go back like this.
