[And when they revolted against -???- ]
[A catastrophe fell on the children of Tritonius]
[A catastrophe so devastating]
[So devastating….]
[The world's overlapped]
[Billions perished]
[The world was still there. Only silence prevailed]
[Luckily, the diviners were there to knit the collapsing worlds together]
[But now]
[Who is there to question -???-]
[Let the threads of fate be unwoven]
…
An old man sat under a tree on a bench. His gaze was as cold as the air around him, his focus entirely on the drowning sun. It was a beautiful scenery. The sun dropped lower and lower until it dissolved into the expanse of water, as his gaze met the horizon.
A boy, no older than 10, stood beside the old man.
"Do you believe in God, boy?" the old man asked with a faint, sombering smile.
"...Mom told me not to talk with strangers…"
"Haha. Good boy." The old man just chuckled lightly, "But you did talk just now, didn't you?"
"No fair, old man!" The boy said stubbornly, and then he calmly replied,
"Who is God, though? Old man?"
The old man kept staring at the twilight, his faint smile turning into a frown,
"God… He is the only One who loves us unconditionally."
"Not more than my mom, I bet!"
The man laughed. "Naive boy. Say, what if she were to know that you had been speaking with a complete stranger? Wouldn't she scold you?"
"Y-yeah. Are you gonna tell my m-mom??"
"Haha. No, son. But listen."
He got up from the bench slowly and stared at the expanse of the dark water as he continued,
"But God is Someone Who knows everything about you. You can't hide anything from Him. But fret not! Even though he knows everything about you, every sin you've committed, he still continues to forgive you."
He added,
"Isn't that more love than one could possibly hope for in this worldly life?"
He turned around. He was met with darkness. No one stood there. The child had gone away.
Another man stood in that place instead, a man who had a chiseled face and trimmed beard. He wore full metal armor, and his gaze was as piercing as lightning itself. His black eyes, devoid of any humane characteristics, and his long black hair bearing a crown of thorns.
"Agrievious." The enigmatic man uttered, his gaze fixated on the dark water.
"Diviner of the Great Legacy Clan Willbreak."
The man kept speaking with a low yet reverberating tone,
"I am General Swordbreak of the 40th Legion. I am here to escort you to the Monarch."
"The legendary swordbreak." The old man smiled at the horizon, "I've heard many stories about you. Both good and bad."
The old man sighed, "But who am I to judge? Human matters are too trivial anyway. I might as well remove my mask-"
The old man's figure changed entirely. A handsome youth stood there instead of the wrinkly old man. However, he had no hair on his head. Only a pleasant moustache remained in his young face.
"Before we go, General Swordbreak. I'd love to try this thing called ice cream. Surely, I've heard only good things about it."
…
Aegis walked through a narrow passageway. He was long gone from the university, and now he had ended up on the outskirts of the city. Leading him was Morgana, the blind legacy girl.
Aegis was silent the whole time while Morgana gave him directions.
'How did I end up here? Fuck, I am so done.' Aegis thought.
At the end of the narrow passage, he saw light.
'Shit.'
More armored guards were waiting there.
Morgana simply took a sharp turn. Except there was only a wall. Well, she had used that mirror trick again. But Aegis had no choice as he stared at the window of the building.
"Here goes nothing,"
Luckily, the window wasn't locked. He rolled inside. With his right palm on the wooden floor, he stared at the family of 5 having dinner. No one had noticed his presence yet.
Except for the young boy who seemed no older than 10.
"Mom-"
Aegis ran to the other window and jumped again. He found himself standing at yet another passageway.
"I hate passageways."
And then he continued running.
…
Two officers stood in the mechanical elevator. Only the sound of the moving gears remained there. Horcus was standing beside Colonel Klara, who was staring at a hand mirror.
"Did you catch a guy or something?" Horcus asked with an expressionless face.
Colonel Klara coughed, "No. Too busy for that."
"We are meeting a group of diviners, though. So better to be in the best condition, don't you think?" Klara added.
Horcus thought for a moment, or at least pretended to, before saying, "Not really. I am expecting to meet a bunch of old men."
"Or women. Diviners can be women too, you misogynist!"
"Whatever." Horcus rolled his eyes.
And then the gate opened to a room full of corpses.
Before the rotting smell could even permeate their noses, their eyes landed on the strange, glimmering marks written all over the scattered corpses.
The blue runes that were inscribed on the bodies simply wrote.
[He is coming]