Mira was struck by lightning as she passed through, her soul marked with tree-shaped scars.
Anos continued to question relentlessly.
God could grant and also take away.
All she could do was take…
The lightning web around her was densely packed, the long steps of Ascension began to shatter under her madness, her shrieking wails almost echoing through the entire Celestial Kingdom.
Mira was still amidst the flow of thoughts, oblivious to the pain in her body.
She saw Anos amidst the lightning web, those streaks of lightning sprawling from the body of the co-ruling Emperor, like strands of pale silk.
It resembled a lonely, isolated marionette.
This reminded the Envoy of the era before the Divine City had descended.
The whole world was enveloped by the Ancient Chaos, everything under the dominion of darkness, all but marionettes.
Everything might have stayed that way forever, back then nothing had been taken.
But then… light shone in…
And took everything.
