"Three days before the world's destruction, the merciful God issued an oracle. A prophet came to the city and said, 'A flood is about to arrive. Everyone, hurry and flee for your lives.'"
"No one paid him any heed. Instead, they mocked him as a fool."
"Two days before the world's destruction, the prophet was still trying to persuade people to leave and wanted to teach them how to build ships."
"Still, no one paid him any heed. They glared at him and cursed him as a madman."
"One day before the world's destruction, the prophet told everyone he foresaw that a flood was coming."
"The ignorant people finally lost all patience and tied the prophet up before throwing him into the river."
"On the fourth day, the flood truly came. Faced with destruction, people were so helpless. They began to miss the prophet and searched frantically for any trace of him, but found nothing."
"In the end, no one survived!"
Amid the mist, a voice that sounded like a prophecy—or perhaps a deity—rang out. Mingling with the sea wind, it seemed to recount a horrifying tale.
Shin silently closed the book on the desk and gazed through the thick fog toward distant Ohara.
According to legend, God was always merciful. Even if He intended to destroy the earth, He would grant all living beings a sliver of hope. Before any disaster descended, there would always be all kinds of warnings, yet arrogant people turned a blind eye to them.
"Heh... God..." After a long while, Shin let out a disdainful laugh. Black flames rose from the book before him, titled Chronicle of the Creator God. Within seconds, not even a wisp of ash remained; it completely vanished into the air.
Ohara. Whether they were residents or travelers visiting