All this talk of lesser gods made Damon think of Valarie, Vathren… and Lysithara as a whole.
The ancient ascendants had lived in a city forged as a melting pot of culture and knowledge after the world was broken in the Zero Epoch.
These people had built temples where they worshipped both the Goddess and the Unknown God.
It was as if someone had intentionally spread this type of dual faith. Actually… someone had. Maybe Mugu. Or maybe someone before him.
Damon couldn't be sure.
But these days, the Unknown God had followers in every corner of Aetherus. The demon continent, even regions beyond—it was almost ridiculous.
Damon didn't know who was running the PR for the Goddess, but whoever it was must be biting their lips and coughing up blood.
In just a short three hundred thousand years, the Unknown God had gathered a strong, devoted following—ironic, considering he didn't even care about being worshipped.
'The Zero Epoch… I need to know about it.'
