บท 1785: Hermit Saint of Godgrave

"The Lord of Shadows?"

The porters shivered. 

Night had fallen, and only the light of the bonfire illuminated the desolate plain. Flakes of ash danced in the air. Far away, the white phalanxes of the dead deity towered above the plain like mountains, and three pale moons were drowning in the darkness of the cold sky. 

It was a perfect environment to tell a scary story. 

Awakened Ray smiled faintly. 

"Yes. The Lord of Shadows…"

Rain shifted a little to hear him better. She was haunted by an insufferable shadow, so of course, anything that had to do with shadows was of interest to her. 

The young man took a deep breath, cradled a cup of fragrant tea in his hands, and continued: