The highest-ranking entities in Heaven—the Holy Father, the Holy Son, and the Holy Spirit—formed the Trinity. He alone was Heaven's supreme ruler, omniscient and omnipotent, self-existent and eternal.
But true self-existence and eternity were unattainable... That was merely the self-existence and eternity of legend, the narrow definition of those concepts.
After the Holy Son's divinity merged into him, Little Medanzo gained this level of understanding... but he did not care much about it.
The Holy Son's divinity represented salvation. When disaster descended and people grew more desperate, its power would only grow stronger.
It was the Light of Hope people longed for in despair—the power of salvation.
The Holy Father was love, the Holy Son salvation, and the Holy Spirit mercy...
"Maria..."
Within the shattered thorn cage, Medanzo's voice slowly rang out. Maria, who had been dazed by the Holy Son's appearance, blankly raised her eyes.
Her shoulders trembled. It was not fear or terror, but excitement... Counting her own Holy Mother divinity and Metatron's decayed divinity, she had only two. Without the Trinity's divinity, there could be no ascension.
The Holy Son's salvific power was enough to return her to her original form.
"Are you going to judge me..." She instead became calm.
But Medanzo blinked and smiled. "Maria, are you hungry? And Michael, are you hungry?"
The archangel and Maria instinctively exchanged glances.
They suddenly thought of a more interesting question: Was it good or bad for Heaven that the Holy Son's divinity had been inherited by Medanzo?
"I'm hungry." Medanzo said gloomily, "Why fight? Sit down, have some tea and snacks."
"Metatron..." The archangel pondered.
At that moment, the chaotic Destiny System seemed to have been sorted out. The violent sea of information became a calm golden ocean. Medanzo was like a rising sun, slowly ascending... ascending...