The foul black seawater had originally seemed boundless and vast, capable of blotting out everything and bringing the most terrifying dissolution in the world.
Yet before this towering, solemn statue, it was reduced to a shallow, laughable puddle of filthy water.
This
was the difference between gods.
One was an artificial deity, fallen almost as soon as it had come into existence, like a stillborn child that had never opened its eyes to see the world.
The other was the overlord of the divine realm who had dominated the end of the previous era, leaving behind countless glorious achievements. The inheritance He left was now the greatest church in the world. Every other church's mythology devoted a period to His deeds. Looking back, He was a towering figure no epoch could obscure.
This was not truly a confrontation between gods, nor between Kallen and Mr. Luther, but between Order's hunger addiction and divinity pollution-a clash between the dark sides of gods.
Kallen had been struggling to hold on all along. This polluted place was precisely the sort of environment where his hunger addiction could easily break loose, and earlier, he had deliberately unleashed it once to save Neo;
it could be said that by the time Kallen stood before Mr. Luther, more than half the composure he displayed was the indifference brought on by his hunger addiction.
And when Mr. Luther entered bearing that dense pollution, all Kallen's measures and restraints became utterly feeble, instantly losing their meaning.
The outcome now could not be called Kallen's victory. It could only be said... that Order's hunger addiction had won.
Divinity pollution was terrifying, yet a cup of water could easily drown an ant without posing any real threat to an adult.
Of course, when that adult stood up, it often meant