Profound silence settled over the blooming flower field after the radiant form of the ancient Goddess vanished into luminous light.
Only a few shimmering particles remained where she hovered, drifting above blossoms that no longer moved with the wind.
Hajin released a long, shuddering breath and lowered his exhausted body down into the soft green grass of the meadow.
No amount of ordinary physical sleep could possibly repair the intense mental exhaustion currently weighing upon his racing, turbulent thoughts.
One single conversation shattered his entire understanding of the world and rebuilt it around dark, forbidden cosmic truths.
The divine rulers of Ouro became corrupt beyond any possible shadow of a doubt throughout the passing bloodstained millennia.
The Shard system was a counterfeit trap, reincarnation was broken, and a dead Goddess called him her son.
