851 The Final, Necessary Path

The bodies of Evil Gods contained the memories and souls which their former world and civilization carried in life. To a certain extent, their existence itself was a perpetuation of that devastated world—all information, history and past was hence carried in its form, becoming its power.

And now, the unknown Evil God extended its voice.

If there was anything stirs a sense of helpless in people, it was the laments and sobs of those alive in the face of their civilization's inevitable destruction. They could do nothing to save their world, and so all heroes and banners fall before the end, and as the heavens fall, none could shoulder the blue yonder ever more.

Therefore, there was only sighs.

Something that could leave humans even more helpless was the fall of two civilizations…

Or perhaps three, four, ten, a hundred.

Or perhaps countless civilizations.

And now, Joshua was listening to the weeping of near countless worlds.