South!
The southern part of the continent was the first region in the Material Plane to fall since the invasion of the Esoteric Gods.
By now, several decades had passed.
For deities, Giant Dragons, elves, and other long-lived species, a few decades were but the blink of an eye.
But for ordinary people, a few decades signified the passage of two or three generations.
The influence of the Outer Gods on them had deeply infiltrated every aspect of their lives.
Once another few decades passed, and the older generation had all died out, they would likely accept the rule of the Esoteric teachings as natural and justified.
...
A Teleportation Gate opened.
Aaron's figure stepped out.
At this moment, he was dressed like a wandering poet, wearing the simple clothes of a traveler, and carrying a Lute +3 on his back. It was treated to look old and well-worn.
"This is the South, isn't it?"
He murmured to himself as he looked around.
