At a small temple on top of the Cloudwall Mountains, Ethan sat down with a meditative pose.
This temple had just recently been built with the help of magic and was now the Ratmen’s sacred site.
After his battle against the Progenitor of Pestilence, Erass, the young man had entered a state of deep slumber.
Currently, the one moving his body was none other than his Other Half, who was keeping watch on the Ratmen to ensure that they followed his instructions to the letter.
It had been a week since the battle had come to an end, but Ethan still hadn’t regained consciousness.
Although the Pestilence that had entered his body was a factor, the main reason why he was in a comatose state was the descent of a Progenitor who used his body as their temporary vessel.
It took a great toll on his body, so he would need to rest for a long time.