"The Ancient Gods are dead."
"Call me Colin."
That majestic yet calm voice was like an invisible giant hammer, shattering the idol named "Merk" in Jon's heart.
At first, he felt a sense of bewildered loss, as if the entire year's exploration had lost its meaning.
However, this loss did not last long and was soon replaced by a fervor that swept through his body.
The Ancient Gods are dead—
A new god must rise!
The boundless Void did not abandon the Gray Man but completed the transition of old and new in the dark ages, coalescing a new legend.
How fortunate he was!
He was the sole witness of this great moment!
As he was overwhelmed with excitement, the faint whisper in the void once again resonated clearly in his mind.
"What is your name?"
"Jon! My name is Jon."
Jon called out in his heart, his voice filled with joy, like a lost child finding their way home.
