Only God

Everything had ended.

The souls of the Six Gods had been harvested, judged by the Law, and descended into the different strata of Hell based on the severity of their crimes. From then on, the Celestial Kingdom had six unclaimed stars.

Slaier had also broken free from his bonds. As a victim, he had not been deprived of his life by Vina Kana or Mira but continued to exist in the world as the god of lies and deceit.

As for the Primordial Church, with Anos’s repentance and the fall of the Six Gods, the whole Church collapsed from the top down. Pastor Flora couldn’t accept everything she had witnessed and chose to end her own life, her husband followed her in death, and the remaining believers spent their lives in penitence until they were judged after death.

The city beneath the city was destroyed, and those who had lived in darkness for years returned to the light of day. Some could not accept the truth, thus choosing death, while others led some believers to repent anew. Still others formed societies of various sizes, upholding their faith in more secret places, surviving for the time being. Unprecedented chaos erupted within the Primordial Church, but Mira knew that one day, everything would eventually get back on track.

When the scriptures that had been so faithfully believed were now denied, the Primordial Church lost its foundation, and soon perhaps in ten years, a hundred years, this heretical belief in the eyes of the world will slowly fade away into the river of history. As seasons passed, perhaps one day when the last Primordial believer closed their eyes during their final moments, a faith would invisibly turn to dust and come to an end.

Anos had lost the Golden Heart, and even though her body had been transformed by the Golden Heart to possess vitality far beyond ordinary people, how long could one live without a heart?

The joint ruler of the Empire was ultimately at death’s door, and Mira sustained her life, allowing her to remain in the Mortal World for a time.

Anos, who should have inherited the throne of the Danschel Empire, had ultimately left Danschel, that heart-wrenchingly painful place. Henceforth, the Delos Family became nothing more than a fleeting illusion.

She had once harbored a chasm in her chest, and under the white gloves were hands stained with the blood of ambition. In her mind, there once existed grand blueprints for the Empire, but Anos could no longer bring them to fruition and could only make a sighing farewell.

The throne of the Empire was once again vacant, and yet another political whirlpool of blood and banquets ascended the stage of history. Anos, however, had said goodbye to the life of blood for wine, indifferent to whatever happened next.