Chapter 89

The streets of Rondan were empty, with patients flooding in due to the Torturer's power.

In those quiet streets, only the sound of my running echoed loudly.

A sense of urgency I wouldn't have felt normally rose from deep within my heart.

There was something the Saint had said.

That among all Outer Gods, the Recorder was the supreme one.

Perhaps she.

I thought that if it was the being who usually watches over me without reason, she might help me.

"...Are we of no importance to you now?"

I heard the Gardener's prickly voice, but I could tell it wasn't meant to criticize me.

Sorry...