Legacy of the God of Hunt

"I don't have time to explain it to you..." Travksy then glanced at Isabella. "You're my successor. You will inherit my skills and knowledge. I hope that it will help you in your journey to the top."

Isabella nodded meekly.

"Still, your group is pretty strange. A blood goblin, a dead Vajra deity, and a human." Travksy said with a smile, and then his expression turned serious. "I'm going to warn you. Prepare yourself. Gather powerful allies and prevent gods from dying. I know that it's hard to do it as your power level is too low, but the calamity is coming."

He already saw that Saya was dead. She was just a consciousness like him that was stuck in an object. Nothing escapes the senses of a powerful god of hunt.

"Is that about the Great War that happened twenty thousand years ago?" Souta asked.

Travsky raised his eyebrows as he glanced at Souta. He slowly opened his mouth and said, "So you know about it?"