Immediately Izikel confirmed that they had gone a bit far, he rushed down the Altar cave, forcing his mind to believe that his eyes had deceived him.
'That had to be it, there's no way…'
But as he got to the Altar, he was disappointed—his eyes had indeed told no lies.
'The flames have actually reduced.' His heart sank all over again.
It wasn't much, but it was very easily noticeable to Izikel.
"How is this happening?"
According to the diary, the flames of the Altar reducing always meant the beginning of the end.
But Izikel didn't want to believe that.
He was different from the other men in that book. He was meant to ignite the Altar. That was the reason why theirs always went out—it was because it was always incomplete.
While in his case, not only could he imagine the true form of the Outergod, he had an ignition prayer sent by the god himself. In a world like this, he was sure those two factors alone could make all the difference. But yet…
