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The City of Silver.
Everyone gazed up at the sky, dumbstruck.
The darkness dissipated like mist.
Of the lightning, only rumbling thunder remained.
Only warm, golden radiance spread across the western sky, sweeping away all the world's gloom and murk.
Beneath that heartening warmth, the world seemed to return to the age of myths a thousand years before. Sunlight fell upon the Lord's promised land, and everything that should not exist beneath His gaze began to recede. Monsters wailed as shadows retreated into the distance. Whispers in deserted places and constantly shifting phantoms gradually disappeared. Gazes from the void upon the wilderness and deadly dreams floating in the air somewhere came to an end.
Outside a bustling town in the wilderness, the enormous wolf prowling there abruptly raised His head.
Something draped over Him like a black curtain suddenly expanded and descended, concealing everything around Him.
"...Is this a dream?" Derrick Berg could not help murmuring as though in his sleep.
He felt a great will and warmth within that light. Derrick pinched his cheek hard, and tears slid silently down his face.
"It isn't a dream..."
He laughed through his tears, his expression more twisted and unsightly than when he had suffered his worst injuries.
Not far outside the City of Silver, the aged Angel of the Holy Word stopped beneath the sunlight. Pressing His lips together, He slowly knelt and prostrated Himself.
Day had broken.
On his thirteenth circuit around the Small Conference Room, Edward suddenly nodded as though struck by a profound realization, then slapped the True Creator hard on the shoulder.
"I suddenly feel like there's a blind spot in your thinking."
The True Creator, who had been considering how to issue divine revelations to His subordinates to gradually expose "Beyonder concealment," had His