In the western part of Aurora City, there was a residential area that wasn't quite at the core.
"Mr. Laine, have you heard? Just three days ago, the entire Temple of the Goddess of Law collapsed."
Rushing into Laine's courtyard, Ande's expression was somewhat urgent. He had stayed at home for the past two days without going out, and he hadn't expected to hear such news the moment he stepped outside.
Over the years, studying drama under Laine had also allowed Ande to understand much of the history unknown to the common people, as well as the true power of deities.
The collapse of a deity's temple, did it signify their dissatisfaction with humans? He came in search of the always knowledgeable and seemingly omniscient Laine for answers, but upon entering the courtyard, he found it devoid of anyone.
A layer of dust had settled on the tabletop, appearing to have been there for two days. Aside from the dust, there was nothing else but an exquisitely modeled wooden puppet.
