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As Fang once said, among all the things that set this world apart from Earth, the soul was perhaps the most extraordinary. In this world, what the soul controlled—will and willpower—could take on physical form.
The God of Terror drew strength directly from terror within one's soul, thereby verifying that the soul could be a potent source of energy.
Though the mechanism behind such a development wasn't understood, that didn't matter. Why something was true came second to the fact that it was, indeed, true.
Within the capital, which had been transformed into a sea of silence under the God of Terror's dominion, faint golden threads barely perceptible to the eye began to unfurl from a small statue of the God of Light within a modest chapel. These threads branched and spread quietly across the city.
Unnoticed, a spiderweb of golden filaments wove itself through the capital beneath the god's overwhelming power. It was delicate, fragile, and so faint that, compared to the vast and oppressive might of the God of Terror, it seemed entirely negligible. No one paid it any mind.
Each thread stretched toward those who had collapsed, whose souls had been submerged in the sea of silence. These golden strands slipped into their bodies, brushing against their souls. Just a touch—nothing more, nothing deep enough to attract divine notice.
Yet one thread was different. Bearing concentrated divine radiance, it wound its way purposefully through the city, toward the Nightblades' headquarters, in search of a certain someone.
Then, it found him: a figure half-kneeling, his longsword planted in the earth, one hand reaching for the shield on his back.
His soul had also been dragged into the sea of silence, but not without resistance. Unlike the others who had fallen instantly, he had fought, however briefly. That struggle alone made him stand out.
"…Good. He didn't disappoint me."
Far from the capital, Father Fang nodded in approval. The vision granted to him through the divine light satisfied his expectations. The Grand Duke's son before him, like both his fathers, possessed a resilient will—one worthy of bearing the burden to come.
The filament...
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