"Tiamat... has come!"
Still above Mesopotamia, in the imaginary space between the inside and outside of the world.
The heavenly realm once woven from the intertwined Divine Authorities of the gods had already vanished, yet a point of light still floated here, shining with brilliant sunlight.
Shamash, the Sun God, stood there in his golden chariot.
With Rovi's help, this deity, having fused with the future authority of justice, now possessed the ability to carve out a place to stand within imaginary space—not because his power had risen in rank, but because he had obtained the authority of "legislation."
To legislate was to establish ground, to manifest the concept of existence.
Thus, while the gods fell, Shamash remained safe.
Of course, not every god in Mesopotamia had fallen. There were still gods such as Nanna the Moon Elder, father of the Sun God, and Rimat-Ninsun, the All-knowing Goddess, who had willingly accepted the gods' retirement and had not become enemies of Rovi and the others.
He and they had continued watching over this boundary, waiting for the true crisis to arrive.
And now—
The crisis had come.
In the distant past, at the dawn of the stars and atmosphere, Tiamat, the incarnation of the Sea of Chaos who had been banished by the gods to the deepest reaches of imaginary space, returned to the present world.
"We can't stop the Mother Goddess..." Shamash lowered his eyes. Before she even approached, he could already sense the visitor's immense and terrifying presence.
He decisively chose to—
Hold her off first.
If he couldn't, he would immediately run.
No, according to that sage, it was called a tactical retreat.
But after thinking it over, before acting, Shamash still transmitted some information to Rovi.
"At the Present Moment, the only one who can truly