Follower

The God of Knowledge, who was crawling on the ground, felt a sharp gaze on his body. It felt like a blade slicing his flesh, not only painful but also frightening.

Without a doubt, the old book spoke the secret in his heart.

"Lord Ryan! I never lied to you! I am sure something did happen 300 years ago, but I don't have that particular memory with me! That is why I became what I am now, a 'False God' of sorts! The owner of the walnut tree can prove my words!"

The old book pointed at the walnut tree that expelled him. 

He still could pick up the presence of the owner, who, although heavily injured, hadn't died just yet, so it would be possible for the owner to become his witness.

However, the very next moment, the forest started to disappear, tree hole after tree hole left behind as the trees uprooted themselves into nothingness.

The old tree had obviously learned a lesson from the old book by not leaving a bit of presence as he left.