Truman returned to the Kingdom of the Creator.
The moment he stepped out of the Spirit World, he felt somewhat uncomfortable. The sky over Heaven was unusually dim compared to usual.
Information streams surged in Truman's eyes. His Eyes of Mystery Prying turned toward Heaven itself, capturing and analyzing countless pieces of information.
It wasn't just the sunlight that had dimmed. Its power of Purification had almost vanished completely. Even the membrane between Heaven and the real world flickered, as though it were about to fade away.
The sunlight was fading, and even the Creator's statues looked dimmer than ever before.
All this made the Creator's followers in Heaven uneasy, especially since they couldn't find the Vice-King of Heaven.
Even the Angels were away fighting in the Holy War. The ordinary believers seemed to have lost their mainstay, growing anxious and fearful.
Truman's lips curled into a smile as he looked toward the deepest part of the Kingdom of the Creator, where a completely sealed space lay.
A sea of chaos surged, seemingly containing every color and all knowledge in the world, shrouding everything. Not even light could enter, and no one could glimpse what lay within.
Beyond the sea stood Sasrir. He was standing outside the chaotic ocean, his eyes vacant, as though his soul had been pulled from his body.
The Ancient Sun God was controlling the Chaos Sea through His authority over it.
Truman nodded slightly. Twelve angel wings appeared behind him, and brilliant Dream Phosphor burst from his body, making him the brightest source of light in the Kingdom of the Creator.
"The Lord is merging His authorities. Everything in Heaven must remain as it was."
"Pray to the Lord. He will answer you."
His voice reached everyone's ears. It could even be heard beyond Heaven.