¬ HILN
'I have woken up.
It does not matter when. I do not know how.
But the gods are not who they say they are.
We do not belong to them, nor to their masters.
Neither do we belong to the masters of their masters.
We never did.
May that rotten ingrate of a devil, Chosaikka die a thousand millennial deaths for the pain and suffering she has caused!'
I was past the point of shock at any new discovery but this was unnerving. I would place it on the same level as Fashire confessing to me.
I sat in the clear atmosphere of the dark library, alone. I didn't need to look through any reflection to be aware that my eyes were glowing. I had willingly absorbed all the chaos in the air and swirling rings of ash cascaded across every surface of my skin in dancing concentric circles.
They would fade soon. My body was still processing an immense load of essence… along with the new information.
