Only God

In every street and alley, everyone was spreading the word of the Primordial Messenger who had suddenly arrived.

She and her unnamed Maid walked through the streets and alleys, her outstretched hand like the hand of God itself, dispelling all suffering, the ever-present torch in her hand as if plucked from the celestial river of light.

Within a short period, the name of the Primordial Messenger had spread throughout the entire City Beneath the City, and in this Land of No Light, the suffering people praised the Envoy, hoping only for her to bring forth the miracles of the Lord.

The Believers here had waited far too long.

Forced by persecution, countless generations of ancestors came to the City Beneath the City, where they prayed day and night for the return of the Primordial, for souls to cross over to Heaven, to fall into the cradle of the Primordial.

However, no matter how much they prayed, the Divine City never once revealed that primordial aspect of God.

Above the City Beneath the City, one generation passed away and another arrived, naive ignorant children, in the blink of a few decades, turned into elderly kneeling in prayer. People in the river of light unceasingly offered sacrifices, toiled, welcoming the same, unchanged life day after day, still water everywhere, still water, emptiness, no one not void.

But all things must come to an end.

The Believers firmly believed,

City Beneath the City’s fate would eventually reach its end, everything foretold in prophecy would one day be fulfilled, just like the monumental rebirth of three thousand years ago.

Now... it might be time.