"The demons," King Gargamon revealed, continuing to stare at Sylvester. "You don't seem shocked by this."
"If it's a war that spans the entire world, it's not too hard to guess who the enemies could be if not gods," Sylvester replied, appearing calm on the surface but a little frustrated inside. "You said the world was ruined, memories were wiped, and some were killed after we lost the war five thousand years ago. But then how did you come to know of my name supposedly spoken ten thousand years ago?"
"This specter of mine exists for the blessing of the messenger, the being of light who enlightened me. Many faiths in history have known your name, Sylvester Maximilian. The Faith of Luna, the God of Dryads, the one worshiped by the cannibals—Your name has been passed down generation after generation, but sadly forgotten. The reason for which I shut the gates of Gantis," King Gargamon answered and quickly changed the topic. "I am but a dead man, a messenger."
