If the Source River had not been trapped by the Void, a new Source River and a new Pillar God would have been born at this moment.
After all, the Source River was constantly proliferating.
If Error had not sealed away the history of these hundred thousand years, the Source Rivers of this world might have already multiplied to seventeen or eighteen. The Sacred Number would not have needed to end at nine, and the civilization of this world would have flourished beyond belief.
In that possibility, humanity might already have finished exploring the entire world and ventured into the universe... Or perhaps, through the Dream Realm River without head or tail, they might have found new worlds on the other side of the Dream Realm—such as the world where Iver's Previous Life had existed.
Perhaps humanity would no longer have been plagued by war and suffering. Perhaps they would have eradicated famine and disease. Perhaps they would no longer have engaged in conflict and could have united as one. Perhaps, under the gifts of the ever-proliferating power of the Source Rivers, everyone in the Material Realm would already have been as mighty as dragons...
All of this was possible.
As long as hope or a miracle could be born.
As long as the seed of the Void had not fallen into this world.
--In this instant, Iver truly understood what the Twilight Kind's devouring meant to a world.
It was like a happy, innocent child losing its parents.
Or like a peaceful country being invaded by a foreign enemy.
Iver could feel it... In the depths of the Great Abyss's heart lay boundless fury.
That fury was directed at no one—not even at this world. It was directed at the Void.
Though he was the God of World Destruction,