Cixing believed this was the price he paid for disrespecting the Father God—
He had been abandoned.
Cixing searched the entire Thorn Stone Forest but found not a single living member of his race, nor any sign of life.
His entire civilization had been destroyed. He was the sole survivor.
"Why didn't you run?" Cixing cursed as he searched in frustration.
All his people were dead, and there was no word from the Father God. It took Cixing a long time to get his emotions under control.
Following the rites he had learned on his travels, he erected a tombstone for his people. He placed his red cloth into a box made of magnetite and buried it.
"Father God, the calamity has passed. Now, I return to you what you bestowed upon me."
At that moment, Cixing didn't know if he truly believed in the Father God or not.
Perhaps he did.
He only knew that everything was gone, and faith was meaningless.
But he had not yet given up hope.
