Chapter 133 - 115 God’s word is right here!
King Dertulian first received the news of the decisive battle from the unihorn whales—this prophet’s son, now in his twilight years, was shocked at how his kingdom had moved from a crisis of reason toward decline in just a few short years.
After all, Logos Kingdom had survived the previous two crises of reason, though it had been a hard and arduous journey.
But this time, Logos Kingdom met with disaster that spelled doom for all living creatures.
The unihorn whales told Dertulian everything they had seen.
When that final battle took place, the land was already barren and cracked, everywhere there was nothing but the ash of wildfires, the wheat fields of Pattern Garden had all withered away, and the Royal Capital was left with nothing but broken walls and ruins. The Logos Kingdom, which had once been rich and prosperous, had in just a few years ceased to be a kingdom, ceased to be a home.
After the battle, Orenmo picked up the crown and ascended the King’s Throne, but he was already at death’s door and had no offspring to succeed him.
It was foreseeable that there would be no more old Logos Kingdom.
The people of Logos had destroyed their own homeland.
On the cliffs by the sea, as he listened to the stories of the unihorn whales, King Dertulian’s heart felt empty, as if a part of his life had been irretrievably lost.
After a long while, King Dertulian, holding the Unihorn Staff, slowly bowed to the unihorn whales, thanking them for informing him of everything and for their non-involvement, and then he slowly walked down the cliff, appearing even older.
Upon returning to the palace made of giant trees, King Dertulian did not sit on his throne but rather paced back and forth within the hall, while his guards watched him with puzzlement; no one knew what he was contemplating.