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"Hidden Sage... no, Moor."
The god's body crumbled piece by piece. Beyonder characteristics and enormous chunks of metal fell one after another, becoming meteors that descended from the heavens, trailing flames and thick smoke. The god who symbolized the laws of physics was dying, and the world's lights and the roar of turning gears weakened at that moment.
Bornova stared blankly at the sky, watching the magnificent rain of fire descend.
"My Lord!" he whispered. "I beseech you to revive within me..."
No one answered.
Behind him, every Beyonder in the Workshop wore much the same expression. They were dazed, terrified, and restless, their hearts filled with fear at the death of the object of their faith, filled with despair that their own god could die. The artisans on the ground trembled silently, their eyes wide as tears streamed uncontrollably down their faces, feeling that their lifelong understanding of the world had changed with their god's death.
"What is happening now?"
Heavy thuds came from the side. Hilland, half his body still charred black, limped over with a crutch.
Looking at Bornova's somewhat panicked expression, he raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise. Then his eyes slowly widened, and he turned his head in disbelief, standing shoulder to shoulder with Bornova to watch the distant meteor shower fall amid smoke and flames.
After a deathly silence, Hilland glanced at the surrounding artisans and asked quietly, "What do we do now, Bornova?"
"I don't know."
Bornova muttered to himself, his gaze fixed relentlessly on the distant sky, as though he meant to stare a hole through it. He paused for two seconds, his voice rising too high, carrying unmistakable shock and panic:
"I don't know!"
Hilland frowned. His companion seemed utterly out of sorts, and might even lose control because of