She staggered back, eyes wide with horror, the afterimage of burning skies and dying screams seared into her mind.
That vision… it had been too vivid, so real that, for a terrifying moment, Ereskia was sure she had lived it.
Yes, she could still feel it, the heat of falling stars scorching the earth, the deafening roars of the heavens splitting open.
She had seen the gods descend with judgment colder than death, more absolute than fate.
And now… the weight of that truth hung heavy on her chest.
If that vision was true, if Aphaeleon truly existed, if they would one day descend upon Terra and Faunae the same way, then there would truly be no hope.
There was not a chance in hell either world could stand against them.
Not for a day, not even for an hour.
After all, those gods, those twelve divine beings were too vast, too terrifying, too powerful.
And now… she understood.
Why Lucian had fallen.
Why he clung to that madness and called it salvation.
