“Great Aunt Attia!”

Raven called out with an anxious voice.

Attia nodded in response as if she had something in mind as well.

“There is only one being who could transmit such a feeling to us souls. It’s…”

Attia continued while looking at the two fleeting lights. In an instant, they had crossed an incredible distance and were now flying towards the top of the mountain, where the mausoleum was located.

“Gods…”

“…..!”

Raven became wide-eyed.

But soon, he let out a sigh. He was already dead. His soul was currently inside the mausoleum of the Pendragon Duchy. Even if a couple of gods appeared, it did not seem like a huge deal.

“Let us go. I think they are here for the duke.”

Raven followed her to the mausoleum’s square.

Fwoosh!

Two beings slowly passed through the walls of the mausoleum and descended. They were surrounded by a black light, which was even darker than the night, and a crimson flame, which burnt bright as if to burn down the world.

As they descended to the square, their gazes were fixated at a certain place. The statues of the previous dukes proudly lined the sides, but the eyes of the gods were focused on Raven and Attia. Or rather, their gaze was unmoving from Raven.

“…..”

Raven felt all the fine hairs...