Lucien stood beside her, struggling to digest what she had just said.
He gulped, then asked, his voice laced with caution.
"Uhm… why are we going to Evelaine's grave?"
He looked at her. She was smiling somberly toward the stone door they stood before, then belatedly shifted her gaze to Lucien.
"Ohh, pfft…"
She waved at the door.
"Don't mind this—it's merely a mimicry we built to honor her. Her grave is somewhere else."
Lucien gulped again.
"Ah, I see… but somewhere else? Not Evelaine Hollow?"
Gayanna lowered her eyelids half-closed, giving him a "Seriously?" expression.
Lucien shrugged.
"I thought trees grew on corpses of dead gods. Didn't Valdris say that was how the world came to be?"
"Actually, you're not so wrong but not so right either. It's not as simple as that. Evelaine Hollow was where her blood first fell. Before she rested at the northern pole and died, her blood formed an ocean."
