human
Tinasha:  "This is probably their visiting god. It’s the thing that just attacked us."
gpt
Oscar:  "Oh, because it’s white? Is it okay to decide that’s what it is just based on color?"
human
Tinasha:  "There’s more written here that makes it obvious. ‘The god who came from another place found the devil fiends mixed in among the humans and killed them. Everyone gave thanks to the god and feared it. They made a resting place for their deity.’ In the early Dark Age, devil fiend was an insult for mages. Mages weren’t treated as people back then. This ‘god’ can provoke reactions in people with magic, revealing them to be mages. That’s why the Ito revered it."
gpt
Oscar:  "I see. So they turned their sacred land into its resting place. But what is it really? It looked like mist. Is it a demon?"
human
Tinasha:  "No. A demon would have its own magic. This thing was different…" Tinasha traced a part of the wall.
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar squinted. "...ity…di…? I can’t make it out." Oscar finally admitted, brooding over it.
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha whirled around to look at Javi, a grim look on her face. "The god that came from another place. Have you heard where that place is?"
gpt
Javi:  Javi’s face was pale, but he glared at Tinasha and refused to answer.
human
Tinasha:  She let out a huge sigh. "The fact that you’re here but largely uninjured must mean that you followed the path down here yourself. You didn’t fall like us. You came in search of Elze, right? You better start talking before it’s too late. She had magic."
gpt
Javi:  "Wha—? That can’t be…" Javi gasped. He struggled to get to his feet, but he fell to his knees in agony. After a brief moment of indecision, he finally decided to give Tinasha the answer that she wanted. "Th-they said it came from the north."
human
Tinasha:  "I knew it…" The witch whispered to herself.
gpt
Oscar:  "Tinasha, what do you know?" Oscar inquired.
human
Tinasha:  "I can’t be certain, but there’s another country with similar stories of an entity that can badly affect the mind and body of those with magic. Its mere presence was said to be enough to cause their magic to run wild and hurt those around them…"
gpt
Oscar:  "It can’t be…" Oscar had heard the same story. Just two months ago, he’d needed to review an account of it. Before sending out Farsasian troops to aid in a foreign country’s religious war, he’d thought to study up on that nation’s cultural history. It was in that research that he’d learned of the entity known as the World-Splitting Blade or Sleeping Paleface. A huge country in the north worshipped that fearsome creature as a god. "...Tayiri’s one true god, Irityrdia." Oscar muttered, completely stunned.
human
Tinasha:  "Most likely, yes… That giant thing was what they deified." Tinasha affirmed.