Chapitre 427: Awkward

In the Ulier Continent, there were no traditional religions. The absence of divine influence had shaped cultures and societies in unique ways.

The mortals relied on their own strengths. If they did have to pray to an entity, it would always be Mother Nature. Even still, some people prayed to the spirits of their ancestors.

Whereas magi, they studied the arcane arts in the pursuit of the truth.

Yet, in the shadows of this godless land, a new cult had emerged in the slums of Ravenfell, filling a spiritual void that many didn't realize existed.

It can't be the Cult of Bones, could it? Adam thought to himself in alarm. No, this is very unlikely. An organization on the radar of the Brotherhood wouldn't be so foolish to give themselves away so easily.

He glanced at Rowan, who was enjoying the food with great relish, and asked, "What's this religion that you wrote about?"