That Tired One Called An'she Can Finally Rest Easy

That Tired One Called An'she Can Finally Rest Easy and Die

"So, Lothar was resurrected by Eonar, but you were sent here?"

At the edge of a platform in High Heaven.

Diakum, refreshed after a full night's sleep, stood tall amid the swirling clouds.

He gazed out at the demon invasion war in the material world, now entering its final phase, and teased Emperor Thoradin's Holy Spirit beside him.

"This really was a disaster out of nowhere. Want me to personally send you back?"

"Huh? That's an option?"

Emperor Thoradin, newly arrived in High Heaven, cried out in surprise. Diakum shrugged and said:

"High Heaven has never forced Holy Spirits to remain here forever. If you still have unfulfilled wishes in the material world, I can personally send you down. But coming back up afterward won't be easy."

Thoradin looked a little embarrassed.

Then, carrying himself with the bearing of a barbarian king, he looked around and admired the High Heavens before him. Frankly, he had a good impression of the place.

After X'era and Kyrestia took charge, High Heaven's "unfinished buildings" had been repaired with astonishing efficiency. Though its area was still a little small, High Heaven was only in its infancy. It prioritized rapid expansion over perfection.

The golden Holy Land floating amid the clouds might have been small, but it lacked nothing.

Especially the angels beating their wings as they flew through the clouds in formation, the majestic and imposing statues, the Naaru residing here, and the Holy Spirits wandering beneath the Faith Stairway—all of it fulfilled Emperor Thoradin's lofty imagination of heaven.

But in truth, anyone with an eye for such things could tell at a glance that High Heaven's current style was basically a patchwork. It encompassed the majestic splendor of Odin's Valarhar Skyhold, Bastion's