Not long ago...
The Primordial Church had made many sacrifices for this Ascension ceremony.
Since its inception hundreds of years ago, blood and sacrificial offerings had always accompanied them, never departing, and even to this day, they had still personally executed God’s ssenger and nurous voluntarily sacrificing believers, all to verify the prophecies contained in the Scriptures.
At this mont, everyone’s attention was captivated by Anos’s confession; so were panic-stricken or confused, while others were so terrified that they knelt on the ground, unwilling to raise their heads for a long ti.
And those sacrificed believers had beco inconsequential, their fates ignored by all.
In an unnoticed corner, the bloodied body of the Envoy by the dimly lit lakeshore had vanished without a trace.
Everyone’s eyes were drawn to Lake Heart Island, anxious about the blasphemous words Anos might utter, yet hoping that the Six Gods would completely resolve everything and set things right.
It shouldn’t have happened this way...
None of this should have happened this way...
We recited the Scriptures day and night, devoutly praying for divine revelations, praying for the manifestation of the Primordial Will... Unknown numbers of people had died over hundreds of years; such an outco should not have been the result to greet us...
...Everything they had done had lost its aning; the blood that flowed had never nourished the earth. The Scriptures were false, the Prophecies were false; our fervently pursued beliefs were nothing but dried grass and straw, a road that led solely to death.
They could not accept this outco, and neither could the Primordial Church.
The Six Gods could not tolerate Anos’s betrayal either.
They yearned to restore the old order, and for this, they ticulously prepared, living in trepidation for hundreds of years, daring to violate the Taboos of Star Space—contacting the Primordial Will and establishing the Primordial Church, whose flourishing rivaled even the Empire’s Imperial Church.
The Six Gods had only pursued their old wishes but were nearly torn asunder by Anos.
Nobody noticed...
In the profound darkness at the bottom of the lake,
An invisible pair of hands were pulling Mira’s soul upwards as if soone was nding the girl’s soul, inch by inch stripping away the pain, keeping it from tornting her.
Mira’s mind gradually cleared, the disturbing and torturous wailing slowly faded from her earshot, and in its place ca an indescribable familiar warmth, like the contentnt of being half-asleep and half-awake after a good sleep. She mumbled sothing, faintly hearing the sounds coming iteratively from the lake surface.
Although she was clearly in the lake waters, she felt not a trace of icy coldness.
Slowly, the sensation of her soul reentering her body spread throughout her, and the forrly frail Mira gradually regained her past vitality. She suddenly opened her eyes, and then she heard that voice of confession.
Mira tried moving her hands and discovered her body was unscathed.
God had protected it; not a single hair had fallen.
"God..."
Mira murmured, and then she lifted her eyes, staring fixedly at the lake,
"Did you... hear that?"
Afterward, as if she had received so indescribable response from sowhere, she nodded in the water and then swam towards the lake surface with all her might.
At last, she gently touched those fingertips extending into the lake.
Mira, the Envoy from Heaven, had finally awaited Anos’s confession.
"Anos... it’s not too late for everything."
...
On Lake Heart Island,
Mira once again appeared before the Six Gods.
She had clearly been slain by the Lady of Sorrow not long ago, plunging into the depths of Festival Lake, yet now she erged from the lake, truly a miracle.
The Divine watched this scene in disbelief, and the distant believers all knelt down in suffering and fear. Even the Head of the Six Gods trembled slightly.
Mira grasped Anos’s hand, smiling faintly, then turned her body to face the Divine in midair with the Lady of Sorrow.
Anos stared blankly at Mira.
She gazed directly at the Divine, slowly beginning to speak:
"I know exactly what you want.
But look at yourselves, is your order beautiful?"
The Six Gods gazed at Mira, refraining from any rash actions for a mont.
The Envoy had clearly fallen into the lake before them, yet now she erged from it; aside from their father, they could think of no other possibility.
"Look back at the past, Gods."
That gaze of the Envoy, as if capable of penetrating a Divine’s soul,
"What has the earth gone through, and what roles did you play in it?"
The Six Gods held their breath and focused intently, motionless, their eyes complex.
If possible, the Six Gods desired to destroy that ssenger then and there.
But... her return from the brink of death, did it an... that their father was watching this?
The ssenger looked up at the Divine and the Lady of Suffering in mid-air, yet her gaze seed not so much an upward gaze as a downward one.
"Look at yourselves, over the centuries, who is guilty and who is innocent?
Who can present their soul before God?
Can you lay your souls bare before God?"
Under the voice of the ssenger, the entire subterranean space simultaneously fell into silence; the distant believers stared at Mira, fear spreading continuously, while Pastor Flora’s face turned pale, her lips trembling, unable to utter a word.
The ssenger simply focused on the Six Gods.
In the darkness, she could not see the faces of those Divine entities.
Only did the Head of the Six Gods suddenly speak:
"We are rely... asking our father for a place of our own."
The ssenger slowly said:
"You have your own places."
The Head of the Six Gods suddenly looked up, his voice trembling:
"No, there is none, the Law towers over our divine authority, enfolding us like re mortals!
Tell , how is that considered a place of our own?"
The ssenger did not answer the Head of the Six Gods; she had no need to answer, she simply countered:
"Before God, do you differ in any way from mortals?"
"The Law reigns over mortals and over you, just as... the sky vault is above the hollow and also above the mountain peak."
"Do you... asure Him by your own standards?
"But I must say, none of you deserve to be called ’He’."
The Six Gods listened, their limbs trembling, nearly unable to suppress their emotions.
She was denying the Gods their status as Divine personalities, denying the authority they were born with.
Only to hear the ssenger continue:
"Before the Law ca into existence, before Heaven had descended, among you so did good and so did evil; the boundaries of the old order were so unclear that you could disregard mortals as if they were ants.
Later, the Law was born, Heaven descended, and under God’s ultimate judgnt, it wasn’t that ’the sun shone on the righteous and the wicked alike,’ because the radiance of Heaven only shone upon the righteous, and in Hell, suffering was the wealth shared by all."
The Divine heard sothing in those words, holding their breath; the face of the Head of the Six Gods gradually grew terrified and angry.
That ssenger, it seed, was proclaiming their future judgnt.
As exalted Divine beings, stars of the Celestial Kingdom, yet to fall into Hell after death...
No Divine being could accept such an outco.
The ssenger focused on the Six Gods,
"Perhaps more words are needless."
Her ears fluttered in the breeze, as if listening to soone’s voice.
The ssenger was not there to answer, but to declare, just as Solamus three thousand years ago had not needed to respond to the Gods.
Then, Mira bowed her head, clasping her hands.
"God... really wants to do that?
If possible, please bless ."
The Six Gods stared at Mira, waiting for her action in the profound silence.
Ti began to slow down, just like the cracked soil of the far northern lands.
Imdiately following...
Among the people, so covered their mouths, so their pupils dilated sharply, so shivered all over, so inexplicably began to cry, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Because...
The ssenger prayed for God’s blessing,
And then, she stepped toward the tranquil surface of the lake.
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