Looking at the bewildered angelic lady, Ye Ting sighed and began to explain.
"People say gods are immortal and indestructible, so many simply regard them as powerful lifeforms with infinite lifespans. But that understanding is wrong.
"In truth, a god's immortality and an eternal life are entirely different things.
"Ordinary eternal beings merely do not lose their lives to natural causes. But if their bodies suffer fundamental destruction, even immortal races such as elves will still fall into death.
"But gods are different. They are immortal and indestructible because they are gods, nothing more.
"Gods are wielders of rules, beings revered and praised by countless living creatures. Their immortality stems from this—them and their names have already become conceptual existences.
"Even if a divine body dies, a divine spark is annihilated, divinity dissipates, and divine power vanishes, so long as someone in this world still speaks that god's name, so long as that name remains in the memories of the world, the god will not truly die.
"Or rather, as long as someone speaks a god's name and holds that god in their memory, that god has a chance to rise again, because any information or memory concerning a god is, in fact, a part of that god."
"Y-you mean... Zadkiel, she..."
As though she had thought of something terrifying, Michael turned to look at Zadkiel. At that moment, she suddenly recalled that ever since Yahweh had "died" at the hands of Ye Ting and Hecate, this angel had been acting strangely.
Zadkiel, who had once possessed a fairly lively personality, had become gloomy and taciturn afterward. She had been unwilling to say even one extra word to anyone.
Michael would not ordinarily suspect her own kin with malice. She had thought this angel had merely missed their departed Heavenly