"Never give up your human body, no matter what."
As Dusk listened, thoughts surged through his mind like waves. His meaning was perfectly clear: he wanted Dusk to choose to be a human rather than a god?
Why? Could it be that, in fate, in the future, a human body might matter more than a god's body? Impossible. A god's body was a gathering of the essence of all creation, a crystallization of the Creator's power, while humans were merely an evolution of Homo sapiens. How could their bodies matter more than those of gods?
As the rational part of the God of Dusk and Dawn, Dusk knew the history of the world's development. Humanity had only progressed this far because the gods had driven it from behind the scenes.
Did he mean that the gods would meet a worse end than humans?
Could it be the twilight of the gods?
This twilight did not mean the dusk in the God of Dusk and Dawn's name, but extinction in the truest sense. Yet that was only the alarmist rhetoric of evil gods. With the supreme true god presiding over all, the gods would never vanish completely. The cycle would repeat, and even authority over death lay in the hands of gods!
Or would something happen between the gods? Another divine war?
Had he secretly done something?
Dusk bowed his head deeply. He dared not question him or look directly at "Bruce's" body, afraid he might be erased for guessing something he should not know.
"Bruce" patted Dusk on the shoulder and opened his palm. An orange-yellow orb of light appeared in his hand, wisps of divine power tainted with madness swirling within it. He held his hand out before Dusk.
Within that orb of light was the God of Dusk