Humanity looked up at the sky with those murky eyes, and the Creator gazed down upon humanity with an identical pair of eyes.
When the hurricane stirred by a butterfly's wings swept in, some people who should not have lived survived; naturally, some people who should not have died perished.
Even the Creator himself could not grasp the reversal of reality. The world had shifted to a different angle, and from that angle, there were still inescapable partings between life and death.
But the Creator had no choice. These were necessary sacrifices. Where there was gain, there was bound to be loss. This was the most profound truth the Creator had learned in the Abyss. Even after escaping the Abyss, this rule still remained in motion.
"Had he really escaped the Abyss?"
The Creator scrutinized this world. That enormous pit no longer existed. The world looked as though it had never borne a "scar." No one knew what the Abyss was, and no one had suffered because of it. Everything was just as he had envisioned. Far from the Abyss, this world had been cleansed thoroughly.
Yet something still felt wrong...
"Mom, I'm planning to join the Disaster Relief Team..."
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, the youngest son, who had remained silent all along, slowly revealed his decision.
He had chosen to say it on this special holiday both to commemorate Dad, who had already died in the line of duty, and to keep himself from backing down.
As expected, the youngest son's words drew opposition from his older brothers and sisters. They began trying to persuade him with reason and emotion, each speaking in turn, while the youngest son silently lowered his head.
"Disasters are becoming more and more frequent, and mother's heart isn't good