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 Clyde and Asqa exchanged a faint smile as the portal closed.
 "That went better than I expected," she murmured.
 "They’re already tired of living in this graveyard," Clyde answered. "A door out is easier to accept than all of this even though they have no idead where it lead."
 They spent the next hour combing the ruined ward-halls, coaxing scattered stragglers from cracked corridors, flooded courtyards, and rusted watch-posts.
 Most were young and lost. With a few words that they will have food, shelter, and training and that were enough to nudge them toward the shimmering gate to Sivagadh Fortress.
 But the final courtyard told a different story than before.
 A jade-blue statue of Susanoo—one of the few still intact—rose in the center of a yard choked with withered trees.
 Kneeling before it were a dozen older devotees. They were the followers humans in storm-robes, elves with silver braids, and few stooped beast-folk. Their weapons rested across their knees as they whispered prayers to the shattered sky. Even though they knew that their god were ready dead.
 When Clyde and Asqa stepped from the archway, their heads lifted and gheir eyes flared with instant hatred. Steel rasped. Lightning sigils sparked along spear-hafts and blade-edges. They were ready to attack.
 "The slayers," the eldest among them murmured, voice raw. "Leave this sacred ground or die where you stand!"
 Clyde raised empty hands. "We’re not here to kill anyone. Susanoo is our only target and he is gone now. Staying here means starvation and collapse for you. Come with us—"
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 </div> "Blasphemy!" an armored man spat, palms already crackling with lightning. "You think we’ll dwell under your murderers’ roof?"
 Asqa’s fingers hovered near her wand but she held her ground. She said, "We offered the same choice to your young ones. They walked through a gate to a city without chains like whar you used to. You’re free to refuse but attacking us changes nothing."
 The elf’s gaze slid past them, noting the silence of abandoned halls, the salted wind whistling through ruins, the statue filled with cracks. Grief conflicted with despair on his face.
 Clyde spoke again, softer. "Susanoo dragged you here to survive after the Selection Stage that take your old lives. That he and the other higher being created. Now you all need to survive again—on your own terms. Hate me if you must, but don’t let that hate bury you alive here. I only do what must be done."
 The courtyard fell still. At length the elf lowered his blade. Two others followed. A third devotee, eyes shining with loss, turned away in bitter silence.
 Half the group stepped toward Clyde’s newly opened portal; the rest remained kneeling beneath their crumbling god, choosing memory over what Clyde offering. Their mind were to tied to this place that they want to die with this place instead.
 Clyde modded to the followers who want to go. He opened it and let them pass, then sealed the portal behind those who chose life. He glanced at Asqa.
 "We saved who wanted to be save," she said quietly.
 "Right. And the rest... this is their choice," Clyde replied, voice heavy.
 freewebnøvel_com Then they walked toward the domain’s outer cliffs and Clyde opened a portal to Twukuyomi’s domain. Lightning flickering over ruins that were finally, almost empty.
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 Tsukuyomi’s domain lay bathed in perpetual twilight now. They can see pools that reflected an enormous broken moon ahead, and skeletal gates that had collapsed.
 Moon shards hung in the air like floating glass, shedding cold luminescence on everything below. Compared to Susanoo’s storm-torn ruins, this realm felt brittle.
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 </div> Clyde and Asqa descended a staircase. Nearby, faint silhouettes scuttled behind moonlit pillars. It was definitely one of the followers who had once served the goddess.
 "They’re watching again," Asqa murmured.
 "Of course," Clyde answered.
 Along a dry river of starlight, they found the first cluster of half-masked shrine keepers in indigo robes, two fox-eared beast-folk, and a solitary human girl clutching a fractured katana.
 They did not draw weapons; instead, they stood as statues.
 "We aren’t here to attack you," Clyde announced. "Your goddess is gone. We’re offering passage to a refuge."
 The folks refused. Clyde didn’t push them any further.
 Farther on, near the husk of Tsukuyomi’s crystal palace, Clyde found a more resolute group.
 These devotees, though visibly older, had the same hollow and resigned look that had been painted on the faces of those who refused to leave Susanoo’s domain. However, there was something different here.
 Their hands were empty, save for the amulets and tokens of their once-powerful goddess, now faded and powerless.
 Clyde stepped forward, his voice calm yet resolute.
 "Tsukuyomi is gone. The time for mourning is over. We offer you a chance to walk through the gate we have opened to a place where you can rebuild and choose your own path."
 Then, slowly, one by one, the yoinger one among them moved and older followed.
 Their gazes lingered on the ruins, then on the glowing portal that waited for them.
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 </div> "We will go," the elderly beast-folk said, voice rasping but firm.
 The elf who had spoken earlier nodded, and soon the others followed suit. Reluctantly but with conviction, they moved toward the shimmering gate, leaving their memories of Tsukuyomi behind.
 With a final glance at the moonlit ruins, Clyde sealed the portal, then opened another—this one leading to Amaterasu’s domain.
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 Meanwhile, in the far-off corners of the world, Morvius watched from the screen, his eyes fixed on Agatha.
 She had spent the last few days pouring over credits, purchasing an ancient artifact that had caught her interest.
 But as he observed her from afar, a plan slowly took shape in his mind.
 He had been patient, waiting for the right moment to intervene. But even now, he knew that the time wasn’t quite right.
 Agatha’s meeting with Clyde had to be carefully timed. Morvius wasn’t just waiting for her readiness; he was also waiting for the other Higher Beings to finalize their plans. Only once their armies were prepared would they strike together.
 He had to ensure that when the time came, Clyde and Agatha’s paths would inevitably cross—and when they did, it would be under circumstances that neither could control.
 Until then, he would watch and wait.
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Chapter 491: More Coming In

Chapter 491: More Coming In Clyde and Asqa exchanged a faint smile as the portal closed. "That went better than I expected," she murmured. "They’re already tired of living in this graveyard," Clyde answered. "A door out is easier to accept than all of this even though they have no idead where it lead." They spent the next hour combing the ruined ward-halls, coaxing scattered stragglers from cracked corridors, flooded courtyards, and rusted watch-posts. Most were young and lost. With a few words...

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Chapter 491: More Coming In

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