Sunny sat silently for a few moments, thinking.
'Sun God…'
So, the ruler of this land had angered the gods, and one of them struck down their kingdom. He could just imagine it — a vast pillar of incandescent white flame falling from the skies, piercing the ground and causing the whole region to fracture, its fragments falling into the searing inferno of the divine flame one after another.
Well… not all of them had fallen.
He glanced up, wondering if the Chained Isles were created to save the citizens of the destroyed kingdom from annihilation. If so… that prideful ruler must have been not so simple themself.
Who would be powerful enough to dare resist the wrath of the gods?
And what had that being done to provoke it?
But more importantly…
How the hell did the voice of the void know so much about it?
A subtly suspicious expression appeared on his face.
"...Really? This is very interesting. And how exactly do you know all this?"
Sunny hesitated, and then cautiously added:
