The silence that followed was profound.
The man let it stretch, watching Finn process the revelation before continuing in a quieter, reverent tone:
"This… Faith, was something far more powerful than mana could ever be."
He began pacing with animated movements as he recounted the tale.
"The Transcendents entered into the original world of my race with their usual arrogance. And at first, they seemed justified in it. They were powerful enough to kill a few Gods — the weaker ones, or those on similar levels of power to themselves. Gods that bore control over similar concepts as they did."
The man grinned.
"But it was still difficult for them. Harder than anything they'd faced before. Some Transcendents even died in those early battles — truly died. Their souls were harvested forever by the very Gods they fought," his voice became thicker with fervor with each passing moment.
