Kallen knew perfectly well that the only possible cause of this phenomenon was that something had gone seriously wrong with the God of Order.
The gods, who should have been released in successive, orderly rounds during the second stage, had instead had their cages thrown wide open and were swarming out.
This Frontier Space was the first stop on the gods' return.
If they could not intercept and slaughter them here, the deities would return to the world. Even if they were not chief gods, they could still coordinate with the powers in the Church World and profoundly affect the Ultimate Battle in the third stage.
Most importantly, though they were like starving ghosts now, they were also at their weakest. This was the easiest place to deal with them. Once they were let out and found opportunities to recover, dealing with them would instantly become countless times harder.
Anger rose in Kallen's heart. Yes, that anger was directed at the one above.
I know sitting there with your back to the epoch is exhausting and grueling. I know that you, who once suppressed an epoch, have long since decayed. But why couldn't you hold on, just a little longer?
This was neither moral blackmail nor a lack of empathy.
Order assigned different duties. If something went wrong at the level you were responsible for, you naturally had to answer for it.
It was not that Kallen could not accept the epoch suddenly changing, the gods returning, and everyone fighting one final, heroic battle, becoming part of a tragic tale even in defeat.
But Norton, upholding the will of the Order-type deities, had told him that as an Order Follower, he had to grow accustomed to Order's elegance.
Fine. Kallen had endured the pain and forced himself to become familiar