Kallen had always harbored a worry: if the sky fell one day, even if he rose in fury and took his place on the front line, everything around him would still be chaos and bewilderment.
In the High Priest's words, that was the clichéd apocalyptic backdrop of a stage play.
Because although the reality was still terrible, it would not collapse all at once like a breached dam.
From the Garden of Life to the Icefield now, the turbulent secrets from the end of the Previous Era, unrecorded by history, were gradually being unraveled, revealing their true face.
The God of Order had led his Followers in building a special prison. Inside the prison was a free world, while beyond its walls were the gods, isolated and exiled.
Now, the prison walls were beginning to decay, breaches gradually appearing, and the prisoners outside had finally found their opportunity to rush back into the prison.
But this was not an avalanche, after all. These Prison Guards who bore the name of Order could still try to slow it down. At the very least, they could take the first prisoners inside down with them.
Tragic, but not pitiful; panicked, but not chaotic.
It did not belong to the traditional style of heroic epics, yet there was still something genuinely moving within reach.
Kallen had never liked the sudden world-destroying floods in mythic epics. Immediately setting about building a ship in obedience to a god's merciful, benevolent teachings seemed more like a ridiculous children's game.
Now he, too, faced an approaching flood, but he did not need to start building a ship at once.
Because when he looked back, from the first generation to the present, his predecessors had already arranged everything for this day.
They had not only created the beginning of