The God of Beauty Walks the Land of Fuyuki

At the end of the Greek Age of Gods, Kallios stood at the point of humanity and the gods' final parting, personally bringing the old era to a close.

“A boy riding a spirit horse gazed up at the stars as he journeyed onward. He spent an age chasing gold, and in the end, became a god.”

That was the first mythic mark he left behind of his own.

He was the son of Zeus and Hera, protected by Gaia and revered by all.

He also created writing, recorded history, purified the earth, and brought beauty to all living things.

The world called him the God of Pure Beauty.

Yet to him, all of this was nothing more than another carefully staged dream of captivity.

The soul of an outsider left him at odds with the world. The Root rejected him, and even death turned him away. Instead, its favor drew a prison around him, trapping his true spirit.

For ages afterward, he traveled through countless eras and myths, witnessing the rise and fall of civilizations, all in search of a body that could truly “die.”

Until one day, the Counter Force made another request of him:

“Please save humanity once more... Kallios. This time... humanity faces a despair beyond anything it can overcome.”

He smiled and agreed.

Then, beneath Fuyuki City, he secretly opened the terrifying cradle known as “ORT.”

Gathering the calamity energy of world-ending disasters? That was only one means to an end.

He simply wanted to know, when this monster capable of devouring planets finally emerged from its cocoon, whether the prison of the Root would break first, or this boring world would perish.

And yet, as he watched that “calamity” gradually take shape, Kallios sometimes wondered: after this loathsomely long life of his, might he too be hoping for an answer gentler than death?