Ankara raised her little hand with a smile, and the God of Order took it. The scene looked especially heartwarming.
Perhaps this was a conventional ending: the overlord of old choosing an ordinary destination in the final moments of his life.
But Kallen did not believe that this father-daughter affection could fit the God of Order so perfectly.
For no other reason than that he and this god were far too alike.
Other believers would rack their brains for generations to interpret a divine edict, but for Kallen, it was as simple as putting himself in the other's shoes.
He had come down early, and now he was leaving;
he had said many encouraging things to Kallen, and had even helped clean this place up.
He was still himself, but this time, he was very unlike himself.
Order was a mask.
As High Priest, Kallen wore one on his face. Was the god's face really so clear and clean? If that were truly so, why must one still not look directly at God?
Ankara skipped happily beside her father, walking step by step into nothingness under Kallen's gaze.
She was the God of Order's daughter, but the purpose of her birth had actually come from an experiment the God of Order had conducted concerning hunger addiction.
Thump!
His heart suddenly gave a violent beat.
Kallen clutched his chest with his right hand, his eyes widening. Suddenly, he understood.
At that moment, everything, from the God of Order's arrangements, the sealing of the epoch, and the fall of the gods to this final descent, formed a clear thread in Kallen's mind.
So that was how it was.
"Heh, heh, heh... ha, ha, ha, ha..."
Kallen laughed aloud.
He was both happy and despairing.
But at least the confusion and dejection that