The Time of Farewell Has Come-This Is the Love That Lets Go of the World
"For me..."
The Mother Goddess Tiamat blinked slightly in her Cross Star Pupils, her emotions and reason gradually returning, and her speech becoming more fluent.
"When I return, I will automatically detach myself from the Divine Foundation that supports heaven and earth, and seize the power of the primordial beginnings..."
"This world, currently embroiled in chaos and the dawn of a divine era, will soon collapse completely..."
"Moreover, Apsu, the unified divinity, has not yet been extinguished..."
"My war with him is about to begin..."
Is it true that no matter which side we choose, humanity is destined to be destroyed by the weak?
Everyone's hearts clenched, gazing at the collapsing sky and crumbling earth, an indescribable sense of sorrow welled up within them.
"Mom, I'm scared..."
A little girl with pigtails pouted, tears welling in her eyes, and lowered her head, too afraid to look at the terrifying apocalyptic scene.
Unfortunately, there was no response from the surroundings; her mother had long since died in a monster attack.
Similarly, neither the monarchy, the Heroic Spirit, nor the five goddesses could respond to this.
"Don't cry..."
Just as the helpless child stood trembling on the ground, the atmosphere was deathly silent and sorrowful, two outstretched arms gently picked up the tiny child.
A warm, soft hand wiped away the little girl's tears, and her cherry lips drooped down to gently kiss the child's forehead.
"There's a way..."
Everyone looked up, their eyes filled with delight as they gazed at the Mother of Origin, whose smile bloomed like a radiant glow, as if seeing the dawn from endless darkness.
The old man Ziusudra, leaning on his sword, lowered his eyes, as if sighing.
Suddenly, Samael's expression changed drastically. He looked up abruptly, rushed forward, and grabbed the wrist of the Mother Goddess Tiamat tightly.
"You must... abandon your divinity and exile yourself!"
The Mother Goddess Tiamat hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding.
At this moment, everyone was stunned, and they finally understood what the method that the Mother Goddess Tiamat had mentioned was.
Merlin, Gilgamesh, and the others had a sudden realization in their eyes, and they lowered their heads one after another, their lips pressed tightly together.
Yes, in order to prevent Heaven and Earth from losing their divinity and returning to chaos, and to quell the impending war of the Creator God.
Perhaps this is the answer!
"No! I won't allow it!"
"There must be another way! There must be another way!"
"Mother Goddess, give me some time, let me think about it some more! Let me think about it some more!"
The ancient snake shook its head frantically, its face resolute, its thoughts racing, its expression becoming almost ferocious.
"This is the only way..."
The goddess Tiamat put the girl down, turned around and stretched out her arms to embrace the god who had been constantly forcing himself and refused to give up. She gently stroked his back and whispered softly.
"Finally..."
"You finally made it to Mesopotamia and regained your sanity..."
"You saved us, you saved the world, yet you weren't treated kindly; you still had to sacrifice yourself..."
"This is so unfair! This is so unfair!"
Faced with this kindness and tenderness, Samael struggled, growing weaker and weaker, his shoulders trembling, suppressing his murmurs, his voice trembling with a hint of grievance and trembling.
"Mother Goddess, I am not reconciled, I am truly not reconciled..."
"We finally managed to meet..."
Onion-like soft hands gently covered the back of the goddess's head and stroked it, then lowered her head and pressed her cherry lips to Samael's forehead, whispering softly.
"You're a hardworking and good kid, I'm so happy..."
"I like Samael the most..."
So, we must live well...
Gilgamesh up, turned to face the group of Uruk survivors, crossed his arms and hummed softly.
"My elite troops, having come this far, we have already accomplished the great feat of denying destiny!"
"Whether Uruk continues or not is no longer important. We have already broken free of the shackles for this land and ushered in the new era!"
"The inheritance of human power is not based on blood ties, but on the continuation of intellect and the chain of life!"
"Answer me, are you afraid of death?"
"Do we have the courage to face the end of Uruk?"
One by one, the crowd disembarked from Noah's Ark, gathered behind the Heroic King, and stood up, chests puffed out, shouting in unison.
"Uruk will live on forever!"
Gilgamesh raised the Gawain's Sword and laughed with delight.
"Good! Very good!"
"Then offer your lives to me!"
"As a gesture of respect, I grant you permission to witness the end of this world with me, to tolling the death knell for the gods of heaven!"
The tiny figures were filled with excitement, cheering in unison, nodding vigorously, and clutching the statue of the god in their arms very tightly.
The fact that this life has been able to linger until now is a testament to the utter devastation of so-called destiny.
Now, it is time to bestow upon humanity the gift of the compassion that originates from the source.
The Shepherd King who created the miracle of fate stood there blankly, his expression shifting, his lips tightly pressed together, his fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms, leaving patches of crimson blood.
However, a bright and verdant figure gracefully walked into the crowd.
The goddess's cross- Cross Star Pupils gently gazed upon each resolute yet slightly pale face, her jade-like countenance radiating a satisfied and gratified smile as she murmured softly.
"You've all grown up..."
"I'm so happy, so incredibly happy..."
"Although it's very hard for you, you will eventually have to leave your mother's embrace and go see the world..."
"So, it's time to say goodbye..."
Mother Goddess ...
The solemn and tragic atmosphere on everyone's faces suddenly crumbled, and warm tears slid down their cheeks, accompanied by sobs.
How resilient the human species has been in the past.
Third Storm struck, and they didn't cry...
The Seven-Day Calamity raged, but they did not weep...
Even after Uruk fell, they persevered...
Marduk arrived, and they refused to bow to fate...
At this moment, none of them could hold back their tears, which kept streaming down their faces.
Heaven and earth trembled, all things grieved, and the Golden Holy Grail emerged from the belly of the Mother Goddess Tiamat and fell into the hands of the divine son Samael.
The loving and warm humanoid goddess floated upwards, and the Origin Divinity within her, along with reason and emotion, was stripped away and dissipated.
Nourished by this creative power, the heavens and earth reassembled, the earth solidified once more, the flood receded, and all things grew.
"Aaaa..."
Like a ballad, it finally came from the mouth of that beastly body, as warm and gentle as it once was.
As Tiamat gradually closed the Great Hollow and rose, she was swallowed up step by step into the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, and was once again exiled.
This time, a mother bent down and took the initiative to become a stepping stone for her child to move towards a better future!
This time, the Primordial God willingly fell into the form of a calamity!
This time, the time for farewell has come; this is letting go of the world's love!
On the earth, people supported each other, trembling and sobbing.
The Heroic Spirit of the fallen heroes pounded their chests with their right fists, their eyes filled with tears of sorrow.
Even the proud goddess and the aloof king bowed down to this compassion.
The unspoken words resonated and swirld in the minds of each child.
Samael held the still-warm Holy Grail in his hands and murmured softly.
Mother, childhood has passed, and humanity no longer needs divine guidance.
We still love you...