"Dikalost, didn't you say this place was nothing but illusory miasma?"
Puer, dressed in a black long dress and a red hood, asked Dikalost, who stood beside her.
The intersecting zone stretching between the two damaged spaces before them was plainly filled with black sludge that radiated a terrifying aura of pollution. The pollution was so severe that taking back a single bowlful could easily unleash a horrifying plague capable of destroying an entire country in the secular world.
Dikalost pondered for a moment and was about to speak when Puer interrupted him again:
"Don't tell me it's been over a thousand years since you last came here. In some places, nothing would change even in a hundred thousand years."
Dikalost nodded and said, "Yes, exactly. This wasn't a change that took a hundred thousand years, or even a thousand. It happened within the past year."
As he spoke, Dikalost pointed ahead. A Fallen Angel flew straight in. Before long, the angel's once-tough body began to melt like a block of wax placed on a hot pan.
Dikalost pressed his lips together. "During the time we've spent on this journey, this world has also been undergoing drastic changes. So many deities falling in such a short time has caused an 'accumulation' of effects."
"What direct connection does the fall of the deities have with this place?"
"If there were no connection, why would our new God of Order have sent us specifically to find this place?
"The previous God of Order had already become the Epoch Overlord, so why did he resort to banishing the gods, then forcibly drag them to their deaths along with him at the end of this epoch?"
"That's only your speculation. In fact, even Kallen isn't certain what Heaven is really for."
"He doesn't need