As the Paradise Lost formation behind Iver gradually faded, its brilliant, starlike radiance faded with it.
At that moment, the Parthians whom Iver had previously sealed with Preservation had all been released from it by the aftershocks of the collision with Paradise Lost.
Although they did not know that giant was Iver, they could still sense the overwhelming divinity emanating from him. And the stronger they were, the more clearly they felt that suffocating pressure.
It did not matter who they were—whether slaves acting against their will, scholars in robes, soldiers clad in armor... Even the wealthy and powerful figures of the High Ring all knelt before Iver in unspoken accord.
In Parthia, whatever else might be said... at least the ability to discern strength and hostility could be said to be possessed by everyone. After all, if they had not even learned to read such signs, it would have been impossible to survive in this slave-owning nation, where rulers held absolute authority.
They could clearly sense that the deer-headed giant harbored no hostility toward them.
This colossal Preservation spell that had protected the entire city had come from the mercy of this deer-headed giant... Otherwise, they would likely all have died in the calamity brought about by the descent of the Abyss Angel.
Yet Iver, who received their worship, was not particularly happy.
The smoothness of their kneeling was precisely proof of the deep-rooted error that had persisted in Parthia until now.
"...The child of doomsday is ultimately strangled by tomorrow's umbilical cord."
Iver finally understood the last line of the prophetic poem.
The child of doomsday—there was no doubt that it referred to the Abyss Angel.
The Abyss Angel was a child who could only be born from doomsday.
If the apocalypse had never arrived, the Taboo Pillar