The Barbarian Elder stood there, stupefied like a stone sculpture, completely bewildered by what had happened despite his life's experiences.
In the blinding golden light, he seemed to see the fearless and invincible tribal Barbarian God being torn apart by the bare hands of an infant-like... unknown creature, and then swallowed into its belly.
Even the eruption of Wutu Volcano wouldn't be more terrifying than this incident.
The Barbarian Elder began to tremble all over. With fear in his heart, he widened his muddied eyes, trying to glimpse the unfathomable existence within that cluster of golden light.
But as soon as the Barbarian God died, the dreamscape shattered.
The surrounding stone temple and altar started to distort.
Once everything calmed, the Barbarian Elder opened his eyes and found himself still kneeling inside the mountain cave, in front of that shallow and crude offering table.
The blood patterns beneath his feet hadn't dried, facing a barren stone wall.
