The moment she said it, Hadjar felt like he could hear the wind whisper:
“Run.”
Chapter 443
“In ancient times,” Dora didn’t seem to notice the oppressive atmosphere of the gloomy Forest of Shadows, “back when there were no humans, and the gods freely walked the earth, their only rivals and, paradoxically, allies, were the spirits — concentrations of power and consciousness generated by places and areas which had existed for so long that they looked upon the young gods as infants.”
Hadjar remembered something like this from South Wind’s stories. Alas, he hadn’t listened to them, relying on the neural network to record his Teacher’s stories. One of the first things he would do when the neural network finished updating would be to check what he’d told him.
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