Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2067: Fall of gods

Once the elder uttered its closing words, the spectacle of the rock constructs came to a close, and they vanished into nothingness.

I stayed quiet for a moment before responding, "You did what you had to do to survive."

The elder offered no reply, yet the tangled expression on its face revealed its inner turmoil.

Rather than dwell on the matter, the elder pressed onward into the cavern, declaring, "What you're seeking lies deeper ahead."

I held my tongue, sensing that speaking up now would come across as disrespectful.

Still, a portion of me yearned to hurry along, as this wasn't the sight I had come for.

This glimpse into the rock elementals' history held little relevance to my own life. Innumerable races across time had endured comparable hardships, and I couldn't offer commentary on every one of them.

Indeed, the various peoples of the continent had committed countless atrocities amid the racial conflicts...

Trailing behind the elder, we ventured into the cave's innermost reaches.

Upon arrival, the elder repeated its earlier action, pressing a hand against the cavern walls.

As before, the murals on the walls glowed to life, summoning forth the rock constructs.

These new rock constructs differed from those that had emerged earlier.

They towered far larger than the previous ones, though they fell short of the stature shown for the gods.

By my reckoning, these figures likely stood for the allied races that battled alongside the gods in the final divine war.

Soon after, another variety of rock construct materialized.

This one stood apart from the earlier rock constructs in appearance.

The sole notable distinction lay in its altered hue.

Yet that variation alone made its identity unmistakable.

It embodied the armies of Destruction.

Before long, additional such rock constructs arose, depicting the full might of the Destruction forces.

Following them, rock constructs portraying the gods took form as well.

"Could gods descend into the world during that era?" I found myself inquiring of the elder.

The elder paused before replying, "The boundary separating the mortal realm from the divine wasn't so vast in those days. At least, that's the tale passed down from the ancestors who lived through it."

A skeptical arch of my brow escaped me at this revelation, but I kept silent, eyes fixed on the unfolding clash.

A fierce confrontation erupted between the rock constructs of the opposing factions.

Yet I interrupted once more upon witnessing an unforeseen sight.

"Did gods truly perish in that conflict?" I voiced in astonishment.

Though tales of this had reached my ears before, acceptance didn't come easily.

The elder fell quiet again for a spell before affirming, "Gods possess no true immortality. Even they can meet their end."

I regarded the elder with an odd gaze, yet held back any words.

After all, something off-kilter colored the elder's tone in that moment—it rang more like an echoed phrase than an original thought.

I couldn't pinpoint its source, but repetition from some origin was evident.

The vision progressed predictably, with the gods' alliance emerging victorious in the finale.

It glossed over the fates of the God of Destruction or the Four Omens from antiquity, but such a depiction via rock constructs served merely as a basic outline, not a full chronicle of the war.

Ultimately, the rock constructs illustrated the gods granting that sacred rock pillar to the rock elementals, bringing the sequence to a close.

The portrayal avoided showing the God of Creation in person, opting instead for a divine envoy presenting the pillar to the rock elementals.

With the display concluded, the elder inquired, "Has this resolved your curiosities?"

At those words, I narrowed my gaze upon the elder before shaking my head. It struck me that the elder posed the question to conceal further truths.

Even so, the elder appeared aware that I suspected as much.

Thus, with a heavy sigh, the elder led us onward into even greater depths.

Though we had penetrated a profound section of the cave already, this wasn't its absolute core. Now, the elder guided us to the utmost heart of the entire cavern.

This felt like the sanctuary harboring the rock elemental tribe's most guarded mysteries.

But upon reaching it, the space appeared utterly barren.

Unlike other areas, no etchings adorned the walls here. The chamber stood devoid of features, save for one prominent object at its center.

A closer inspection revealed it to be a simple stone positioned there.

At first glance, nothing extraordinary marked its form—it resembled an ordinary rock.

However, to one attuned to such forces, its abnormality shone through immediately.

For this stone emanated a divine aura of unparalleled potency.

In truth, its intensity evoked memories of the god’s messengers themselves.