Duncan raised his hand, soothing the crimson spiritual light floating around him. His eyes narrowed slightly, gesturing towards the projection of the God of Lions beside him, then he stepped into the sanctuary of the Natural Ring.
As if heralding his arrival, an ancient sigh sounded.
"Your Majesty."
A face, old and weathered, appeared on a towering oak tree.
Duncan rarely showed a trace of a smile, and nodded slightly, saying, "How should I address you, Father of Oaks—Sifanass, or God of the Forest—Sylvanus?"
No one knew what had happened to Him, but He had become a local god of this world.
The Father of Oaks seemed to recall some distant memories, and in a deep tone said, "Sylvanus has passed away, I am the Father of Oaks—Sifanass."
That was the severance.
The existence of the Divine Spirit is extremely unique, even understood as the former life of Sylvanus, disconnected from the current self.
Duncan showed understanding.
