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Grandma Narda was now very old.
She had long felt that her days were numbered, no longer daring to hope for anything from the future, only wishing that her sons could have good lives.
Of Grandma Narda's three sons, only the eldest, Moore, was clever and brave; the other two were hopeless cases, and deep in her heart, she knew this to be true.
She had been contemplating whether to let her children join Dawn.
The Fischer family worshipped the Lord of the Lost, undoubtedly a great deity, but, after all, faith in an otherworldly god was a capital offense, which the Six Great True Gods Churches abhorred.
It was laughable; the Reforging Church was once considered heretical too, but now the God of Reforging is also deemed one of the so-called True Gods; from that moment on, she realized there was no essential difference between True Gods and Evil Gods.
A god is a god, and the so-called good and evil are nothing but concepts forcibly imposed by the mundane.
