Desecrating the Gospel, deceiving the Divine Lord!0

Besides Iger and Harvey, both of whom had grown up basking in the Blood Moon's crimson light as devoted believers, even Ashe, an outsider with no faith at all, felt his temples throb in alarm. This was no different from indulging in forbidden pleasure inside a Veela's house and getting caught. Death would be the inevitable consequence.0

Ashe had never witnessed a Divine Lord act directly, but he instinctively understood their absolute influence over reality. Take the Blood Moon chips or the Book of Gospel, for instance. At their core, they were merely extensions of the Divine Lord's power, entrusted to mortals for management.0

After ruling the Blood Moon Kingdom for over sixteen centuries, Ashe and his companions escaping prison and execution of the tribunal was nothing more than a few insignificant bugs squabbling from the Divine Lord's perspective. They weren't even worth a glance.0

The Woven Festival Annan spoke of, however, was important enough that even the Omniscient Weaver would take personal notice, granting a wish as a reward. Its significance was akin to a spring outing for elementary schoolers. And now, Annan was throwing these "bugs"...0