The Evil God Still Can’t Be My “Lord”! (The 11th Is Very Important! Please Read Ahead!!)

White wildflowers grew along both sides of the empty path. Shadows emerged from the distant end and edges of the road. Each carried a child no older than ten, marching in lockstep toward the bluestone tower in the distance, like devout pilgrims making their way toward the other shore. They seemed to wear white flowers on their chests, but if one stared closely enough, one would find that they were no flowers at all.