Seven Gods.
After returning from the Void, Joshua stood on the land over the Ural Plains and looked up towards the sky, his gaze fixed on the Infinite Horizon outside the world as if to stare at the many gods residing within.
The divine mirage was dispersing with the wind in the North that gradually grew more powerful, the dry but chilling wind billowing at his clothes and dragon-skin cape, flapping them erratically. It would blow away the worries of man, but not Joshua's puzzlement.
The Seven Gods of men. His heart kept repeating the term.
It was not an unfamiliar term. Instead, the name of the Seven Gods was virtually known to everyone who lived on the Mycroft Continent. It was true even for the ignorant beggars and peasants—while they may not be able to list the name and designation of every god, they certainly knew their existence and would pray to them when necessary.
