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He saw a world of pain and despair.

Extinguished cores, broken crusts, rivers and mountains were frozen together, and the planet I was born on was long since a dying stone.

The forepaws of the beast's feet trampled over the rough sand of the ground, leaving a trail of footprints on the thin snow and thick sand, and the tentacles hidden beneath the flesh sensed the cold and the dry air with the smell of ice and snow, leaving a withered and dead breath in its pass. The land here is dead, the sky is dead, so he feels that the god of order is also damned.

He has been roaming the endless ice fields for hundreds of years, and the alien body of the non-wood beast has been hidden by the blizzard into a huge black silhouette, so he has acquired some strange legends and songs. Ever since he knew that the stars in the sky that brought light once in decades were the gods of order who had painstakingly changed their original orbit to pass by this huge stone wrapped in ice, and then made some orbital movements along the way, he had not expected to see even a single star from here.

“…… Why did the civilization of this planet perish?......"

"The remnants of the barren land and manpower could not afford to rebuild civilization, so I made them abandon it. ……”

“…… The laws of the extraordinary world are obscured?......"

“…… Preaching extraordinary power in such a world will only hasten the demise of the race. ”

“…… So the "priests" and "priests" are fighting, and the "puppets" and "thugs" are ...... But he is serving as a civilian. You're using this way to make it impossible for us to play properly, to die uncontrollably early, and then to assign the extraordinary traits of the dead to the new beings that have been created......"

"That way, we'll never have a chance to deduce the right path, and we'll never threaten your position."

Huff. He still preferred to call her by her name in some ancient book rather than the god of order. Braninka was so afraid of the cold that she was afraid that she would freeze to death in the endless cold night, so she chose to use other people's lives to keep warm. She guarded the two groups of about 1,000 in total, watching them play in the palm of her own hand, giving herself some crippled and selfish comfort.

Wander back, stroll, but no destination. Occasionally, he pondered his true goal: he had seen a beautiful world in books and ruins, but that world had been destroyed before he was born, and it was clearly not the future he should pursue. Looking at the present, looking around, there is sadness, Branenka holds the only glimmer of possibility of "continuation", and as long as she is unwilling to let go, there will be no peace here.

He has nothing but admiration for the world of the past, and no love for the world of the present. Life once shone on this planet, but now it is eclipsed in the cold night that even the gods fear.

If the meaning of living is only to live, then the god of decay will deny such a world. He wanted to put an end to this senseless suffering, he thought, he guessed, he silently calculated in his mind. But the organ called "heart" is really strange, when he sees a starving child, a fellow man who is fighting for a little food, and a life that only smiles when he is about to die, this organ always has the pain of being cut open and stripped away.

But if he goes to save one of them, the other will starve to death. If he chooses one race, the other will fall apart.

After a long time of hesitation and struggle, he asked his heart:

"Whatever choice I make, I feel pain, so should I just sit on the sidelines and not make changes? Surely this won't work, then I'm not like the damn Branenca? Bad luck. ”

But the life here does not have the ability to determine its own destiny, and apart from God, there is only one death...... If these are wrong, then perhaps this place needs not salvation at all, because the essence of salvation is only to perpetuate Branenka's bad decisions. ”

"What is needed here is total destruction."

"And the freshmen!"

That's great. He thought calmly, it's terrible, could it be that I am such a cold and heartless creature by nature? But if as you see it, everything and everything, the brilliant galaxy and the brilliant sea of stars are the dream of the god sleeping in the palace, where is the dividing line between nothingness and reality? The heart still hurts, but it doesn't matter anymore, if you are seeking the only salvation, then - accept it. Accept the sacrifices required for one's own purpose, silence the heart, let the blood turn cold, and let reason and divinity replace humanity that cannot make the right decisions.

Step on your own ladder to ascend to the gods, throw everything into the altar, and replace the cold-feared gods to meet the destruction that has been delayed for a thousand years.

Sing the song of destruction for the world you were born into.

After everything is over...... Perhaps, for no purpose, just her journey, can finally begin.