"Are you settling in well here?"
"Lord Mohg!"
Liana, who had been kneeling before the altar, turned with a look of pure joy and rushed toward him.
"I am doing very well. With your help, life here is a thousand times better than it was back in the depths of the sewers," she said, nodding fervently as she looked at Mohg.
"It's about time I sent you out. This place won't be safe for much longer," Mohg said, resting a hand on Liana's shoulder.
"Is... is something going to happen here?" Liana asked, her expression clouding with worry.
"Yes. My brother will be coming here soon, and he intends to stay permanently. You cannot remain here with him around."
"I see... Then, how will I see you? What should I do?" Liana looked at Mohg with an unsettled gaze, her eyes brimming with confusion and a lack of direction.
"Liana, currently, the Mother of Truth only communicates with you and me. While I was teaching you to master your power, I gained a partial understanding of how to manipulate spiritual energy. It hasn't been fully proven yet, so..."
Mohg paused, meeting Liana's eyes.
"In your future prayers, replace the standard incantations with this."
He slowly handed her a piece of coarse burlap. On it, written in fresh blood, was a new prayer.
"Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the throne. Write glory in blood, and bring supreme honor to the One..."
"This blood is offered to the King. O Great Lord of Blood, descend and bestow Your blessing and glory..."
After reading the words aloud, Liana looked at Mohg with a dazed expression. Even the part of her personality influenced by the Cursed Blood felt a wave of unprecedented confusion.
"Lord Mohg , this... is this really alright?"
"Liana, the Mother of Truth doesn't care about such trivialities. Besides... you'll help me, won't you?" Mohg reached out, his fingers trailing gently across her cheek.
"Yes... Yes! Lord Mohg !! I will offer everything to you!!!"
"Good. Once you are outside, seek those who, like you, are trapped in the darkness. Find the frustrated, the overlooked, and the warriors who thirst for battle. Let them accept the Blessing of Blood. At the same time, find a way to reach the deeper regions of the earth. That is your mission!"
"It shall be done! Your will be realized!" Liana looked at Mohg with fanatical devotion, nodding her head almost wildly.
"But before all that, protect yourself. None of these tasks are more important than your life. Until I emerge from these sewers, I forbid your life to be in any danger. This is an order," Mohg commanded, his tone softening slightly with genuine concern.
"Yes... yes! Thank you for your kindness, my Lord!" Liana couldn't help but tremble at the command, her face flushed with ecstatic joy.
With the preparations complete, Mohg led Liana to a secret exit leading out of the sewers. Liana looked back a dozen times as she departed, her eyes lingering on him until she finally vanished into the world above.
"Sigh... where did that innocent little girl go...?" Mohg looked up at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle and let out a long sigh, lamenting the fickleness of the world.
He then quickened his pace toward the lower levels. He needed to contact the Mother of Truth immediately. He sought the "Technique of Avatars"—a way to project himself. He would refine it until the right moment arrived; that would be his best chance to leave the sewers!
The sooner he could leave, the better. Early departure would allow him more time to lay his foundations and expand his influence.
As for his older brother... Mohg would find a way to change Morgott's fate. But that was only possible if Mohg himself possessed enough power; otherwise, it was all talk. Deep down, he hoped his brother didn't actually want to die for the Order but was simply forced into that role. If Morgott truly sought his own end... then Mohg really would be at a loss.
If he had the choice, Mohg didn't even want to work this hard. He'd be perfectly happy being a lazy, idle prince under his brother's rule.
"Where did you run off to this time?"
Morgott asked, squinting at the returning Mohg . Lately, his younger brother had been disappearing into the lower sewers quite often—and without inviting him, which left Morgott feeling a bit slighted.
"Just went for a snack and to bond with that Warrior Jar I met earlier," Mohg explained casually before turning his focus to Morgott. "So, are you ready?"
"More or less... but I can't be sure yet. That's why I asked you to come along and try it out. It'll be best if we can finish it in one go."
Morgott hesitated for a moment before speaking with a touch of uncertainty. What they were discussing was the creation of a seal—a barrier to be placed over the site where the Great Merchant Caravan was buried.
Once they had made their decision, the two brothers gathered their weapons.
Through constant trial and error during their recent "forging" sessions, they had finally produced two weapons that were at least functional: a long spear covered in scorch marks and melting patterns, and a curved sword with a somewhat dull edge.
The dullness wasn't a major issue for Morgott. As long as the weight felt right, he could simply coat the edge in a blade of pure Golden Order energy.
Mohg , however, had some reservations about the spear. It looked remarkably like Vyke's War Spear, which made him feel slightly uncomfortable. But in practice, it felt great. For an Omen, weight and raw power were the priority; you just needed enough mass to smash things. With a coating of Cursed Blood, it was the perfect offensive tool.
No complex techniques... no stat-checking... just pure, raw execution.
"Once we finally get out of here, I am definitely getting myself a decent set of armor and some proper clothes," Mohg muttered.
"Save that talk for when we actually leave," Morgott said, glancing at him. "Even if I gave you a nice set of clothes now, they wouldn't look any different from what you're wearing after a few days down here."
"I can't help it. This place is filthy."
"After all these years, you should be used to it."
"That doesn't stop me from yearning for a better life. Just like you yearn for a better Golden Dynasty."
Morgott's words caught in his throat. He looked at Mohg , speechless, before waving him forward. "Fine. I'm not going to argue with you. Let's go."
Mohg rubbed his neck and followed Morgott's lead. Given their current strength, he couldn't imagine them running into anything they couldn't handle.
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