"Drip... drip... drip..."
The sound of dripping water rang out, throwing the deathly silence into relief.
The difference was that this time, it was not in a dream, but in reality.
Deep within his soul, as Kallen released every restraint on the Hunger Addiction, he also imprisoned himself.
Perhaps happiness had come too suddenly. At first, the Hunger Addiction was somewhat apprehensive, like a child too timid and nervous to get out of bed, only daring to stretch a foot out to test the floor.
In its struggles against two generations of Gods of Order, its fate had always been merciless suppression. The previous one had even tossed it like a gift package to his successor an epoch later.
But in the end, instinct still took over. After all, it was itself the embodiment of instinct.
Ripples began spreading across the pond deep within his soul. Gradually, they grew larger and larger, bubbles continually surfacing as the mud carried up with them began spreading over the surface.
Kallen himself was also gradually covered in mud, which spread steadily upward from his feet.
"Kallen, what's happening, meow?"
On the steps, Puer looked in confusion at Kallen, who stood motionless there.
"Woof." Kevin seemed to have thought of something. Shock first appeared in his canine eyes, followed by sorrow.
"What?" Puer understood. "How could this happen?"
"Woof."
"Even if he's the High Priest of Order, even if he's the God of Order, this shouldn't have been arranged for him, even if... it was his own choice."
The conversation between the cat and dog did nothing to change what was unfolding.
Ahead, Kallen's towering, majestic divine body stood quietly there, but his divine eyes gradually dimmed.
A pitch-black hue, like ink stirred by stars, began rippling outward, covering everything.
An aura of absolute