Around the divine kingdoms lay layer upon layer of ruins and wreckage left behind since ancient times. The vast Ring Belt they formed revolved around the realms of the gods day and night, like a pack of blind beasts hungrily watching, waiting for new divine kingdoms to meet their destruction, waiting for those gods who had not yet fallen to be shattered and become new fragments in this vast sea of ruins...
This was the realm of the gods as Enya had described it—on some level, it should have been the "Deep Realm" Gawain had heard of, that bizarre domain within the deep sea, projected from the currents of mortal thought.
At last, many vague and superficial concepts he had never understood became clear.
After Enya finished speaking, Gawain remained silent and thought for a long while before finally speaking thoughtfully. "Those wreckages just keep piling up? Then can we understand it this way: if we found a way to reach the divine kingdoms and withstand the erosion there, could we even find projections of ancient history in that sea of ruins? Traces of thought created by civilizations that were destroyed long ago?"
"In theory, if you truly could reach the divine kingdoms and capture those fragments, you could do that. But you could not trace things back without limit," Enya said gently. "Those fragments do not endure forever. Though their rate of collapse has become very slow, they still have a cycle of extinction—according to my memories, even the oldest fragments can only persist for several hundred thousand years after a civilization perishes. After that, they gradually become blurred and distorted, then slowly 'sink' into deeper layers of the sea, until they move beyond all divine domains and become meaningless noise in the deep sea, dissipating completely.
"Perhaps only