“Two hundred years ago, I deployed my templars to hunt you down. The God of Radiance also once mentioned you, so I’ve known about you for quite some time,” the God of First Light said plainly, his voice carrying neither hostility nor warmth.0

However, Sein had not come here for conversation and the God of First Light could sense his malicious intent.0

Maintaining his composure, the god reached for his divine artifact as he continued speaking confidently.0

It was a golden clarinet, a weapon befitting a deity of handsome features and refined elegance—far removed from the crude, brutish axe wielded by the God of Brute Force.9

Under the glow of his radiant aura, the clarinet’s pale gold frame shimmered,...0