A gray sky, gray rain; blood-red screams, blood-red tears.
I never understood how any of this happened. I have always refused to think about how things came to this.
Even years later, in the silent dead of night, when I am alone, the terrifying memories still come surging over me like a raging tide, drowning me completely.
He's still here. He'll come back for me.
“Gods are nothing more than ordinary people dressed up as something greater. Neither their bodies nor their minds are anywhere near perfect.”
“I am the god who will guide this world.”
The undercurrents of Kivotos, the crisis that seems so close at hand, are quietly drawing near...
