Dertulian's face couldn't hide his disappointment; he had heard from his father that God occasionally left the mountaintop to go to distant places and observe the entire world.
Reason told Dertulian that he might just be unlucky, arriving at the mountain summit at the very time God had temporarily left.
Yet, deep in Dertulian's heart, there was a faint, ominous premonition.
Had God left the people of Logos?
Dertulian shook his head vigorously, casting aside that inauspicious feeling.
Then, he raised his hand toward the tall tree branches and subconsciously plucked a leaf.
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The pale storm that had happened a century ago had largely affected the world's geography.
Although the storm was massive, it lasted only a day and did not change the form of life as previous ones had.
Yarlessto had visited the Unihorns several times, and had sent priests from his tribe to learn the Song of the Whale used for communication by the whales.
