The sun would eventually fall.
After Tai Yi's curtain fell, the world sank into eternal darkness.
...But perhaps... it was not pure darkness after all.
Millions of stars still shone in the sky.
The black sea churned with the tides, rising and falling.
Iver sat on a massive rock by the shore, gazing into the distance, while Inanna imitated him and sat beside him.
"One night, I burned all my memories. From then on, my dreams became transparent."
Iver softly recited the poem: "One morning... I threw away all my yesterdays. From then on, my steps became light."
"What is this, teacher?"
"This is poetry."
"What is poetry?"
"Poetry is the tears of words."
"Words can cry..."
Inanna asked in confusion, "Then can words bleed?"
After a long silence, Iver said firmly, "They can.
"--All it takes is one blood-red word to cut words open; and when wounded words coil around the tongue, they become a curse.
"It makes people turn their weapons against one another, makes them panic, makes them die in despair. It sets the earth ablaze with war and leaves the world without a moment of peace."
"So bleeding words are curses?"
"No. They are called... prophecies."
Iver spoke in a low voice, his emotions extraordinarily complicated.
He did not know how much time had passed outside.
Nor did he know how long he himself had endured.
At first, Iver had still tried to unravel the secrets of the Promotion Ritual.
He had still wanted to resist the Whisper of the Void again.
But after Iver had used the authority of the Serpent Father to return to the past and become the Reincarnation Angel, he could no longer even hear that damned whisper.
Using the authority of the Angel of Reincarnation, Iver reset the world again and