The Oracle's plan to search for the Divine God of Truth was almost perfect.
Hardly anything could go wrong.
Unfortunately, the worst thing that could have happened actually did happen.
As Nial and the Oracle entered the main office of the Divine God of Truth's Domain, they were greeted by a huge hall mostly made out of polished marble. The pressure exuded by the exquisite and luxurious furniture, and paint ought to attract their interred.
However, what forced their attention somewhere else weren't some mere paintings, let alone the exquisite furniture. Their attention was forcefully dragged to the mid of the office.
A black-robed figure stood in between two small mountains of corpses, and its sword had impaled the heart of the Divine God of Truth!
"What the…" The Oracle blurted out without realizing it.