The intersection between worlds was not the grand scene Quinn imagined.
If it weren't for the guidance of the Burrowing Insects, Quinn would never have imagined that a rift in space the size of a well's opening could be the entrance to another world.
"Have you sent anyone in before?"
Gently turning his skull, Quinn asked in his characteristically hoarse voice.
"Yes, and not just once."
Wriggling its body, the Burrowing Insect leading the way nodded in affirmation of Quinn's statement.
"But for some reason, none of those who went ever returned."
"According to the Divine Oracle given by the Gods, they have all betrayed their faith."
The Burrowing Insect paused slightly in its speech with unconcealed fear and anger when mentioning this.
"Betrayed their faith?"
This time, it was Quinn's turn to be somewhat astonished.
In this world where the Gods truly exist, betraying one's faith is akin to blasphemy.
