The Third (3)

“There’s a title called Godslayer.”

Lea said.

She sat at the same table as Ian and drizzled hydrochloric acid into a beaker. The human mannequin standing behind her flinched its shoulders.

“It’s a common epithet, isn’t it? One who killed a god. A title created to praise that great feat. Well, anyone can call themselves a Godslayer, so the word itself doesn’t carry much power, but there have still been a few beings who actually brought gods down.”

Ribbit, ribbit.

A frog trapped in the beaker thrashed when the hydrochloric acid touched it.

A frog that kept moving even after its organs had already been torn away.

Naturally, it was one of those horror stories. The frog born from a dissection experiment possessed the ability to dominate other people’s minds through its croaking and make them slit open their own bellies, but unfortunately Ian’s body was immune to mind control. Seoa could endure this much as well.

Lea? Did it even need an explanation?

“Earth has one too, right? Someone who killed a god.”...