A sun.
Illuminating the crimson desert beneath and the sky above, stars slowly disappearing—but I am sure that they are still there. Gold shards in the sand glistened brighter, making it harder and harder to glance at them.
Seeming a bit more grim than before, it was decay... all of this gold—it all came from a myriad of corpses.
I am not in that world.
Not in the one I transmigrated to a year ago, the one which gave me another chance to live on after my death as Eric.
This is not a memory either.
Neither is this just a trial similar to Nightshade Sanctum or Ellora's Veil.
This Kushret is not in my world.
"Answer me this," I held my breath, "how many Gods are there?"
Nubira's brow creased. "One."
He replied—he doesn't know... just like I didn't a year ago.
He's oblivious.
He's just another Erik.
"Fine."
It was too much to process in a single moment, so I took my time with it and let silence do its job. Once enough of it had passed between us, Nubira murmured softly,
