Sefirot

Knowledge Moor, the sefirot required to become Demon of Knowledge, which has been sealed by celestial worthy in the western continent.

As he recalled this, Auceses retracted his finger from the artisan, his brows wrinkled, as he felt this incident was becoming more complicated and dangerous.

As it involved sefirot, which can put even gods in grave danger.

Such as the one in cauldron city of the spirit word, even gods who try to reach the dark river flowing forth there will almost certainly perish.

But, the things can still be salvageable, if the influence of the knowledge moor is not as much as the river of eternal darkness, and it could have just managed to extend some of its power through the seal.

Meanwhile, an entire tributary of river of eternal darkness has already flown out the seal, which is why even the gods didn't dare to visit that place.

Auceses glanced at an artisan who didn't have any pollution or mutation with him, despite what had happened in the moses ascetic order. So, he felt his guess is most likely true.

If the knowledge moor had sufficient influence over reality, artisan would not be alive now, telling him of this event.

"What happened to me?" Artisan questioned, his face turning pale, as his brown eyes wide with terror.

The wavering figure of the artisan came to a halt as his face revealed a look of realisation.

"How did I forget about that black door before...?...That door with that mural which appeared behind the artificial life...it is what responsible for everything..."

Artisan continued to murmur to himself, fully ignoring the sun god in front of him.

Auceses' attention was drawn back as he looked at the man in front of him, who appeared to be going insane.

As he gazed at this, Auceses rubbed his temples in a headache. Despite so, he managed to maintain his resolve not to act violently and waved his hands at him.

Artisan calmed down as a white light appeared in the room and covered his figure.

"So, how did you manage to get out from there?" Auceses cut to the chase immediately.

Artisan took a breather, and because that event had been so traumatic for him, for he had completely forgotten about the door until before, even he had only described the artificial life that he had built when meeting Adam.

He knew something influenced him all this time, most likely it should be the black door. Even he didn't notice until now, and this fact filled him with dread, because he was king of angels, a being only a step below gods, and yet something like this happened to him.

"When I spotted that door, I came to a standstill. I'm not sure what got into me at the time, but when I saw the door, every fibre of my being felt threatened, and I had only one thought: to run away." Artisan responded swiftly, noticing the sun god's countenance deteriorating. "I didn't even think twice about it; despite knowing what was going on, I escaped from there without a second thought."

Artisan was well aware that the situation seemed absurd and odd, yet that is exactly what occurred.

He had a hunch as to what that door might be, even though, it should impossible because it should have been in a seal.

However, he really couldn't conceive of anything else that might have such a powerful effect on him, which could be somewhat related to the door.

Artisan could definitely tell that the sun god was not in a good mood, after hearing his words, which only strengthened his suspicions.

Even though he desperately wanted to ask the sun god, he refrained since he remembered what had happened previously and he didn't imagine what would happen if he said its name.

"It's enough." Auceses waved his hands to stop him from speaking any further, since he is now very certain his prior assumption is true.

However, knowing this, Auceses had some reservations about going there.

It's because the sefirots are all beyond human comprehension, especially the authority they represent, which is far too abstract. There could be a number of factors at there put him in risk.

However, Auceses' lips formed a wry smile as he suddenly thought of his future tragic fate.

His hesitation faded as he realised that if he wanted to survive and become the god almighty, he would have to do even more risky and crazy things.

And if he wanted to win in the end, he would also need allies who would not betray him at every turn.

As he turned to see Diana standing behind him, 'Hermit' Auceses finally decided his first crazy plan.

Yes, he really wanted to help Diana ascend to become the hermit.

"Take this, Diana." Auceses turned to Diana and handed her a letter that appeared out of nowhere. "And pass it on to Ombella, earth mother, in the kingdom of hale."

When Diana heard her lord, she was shaken out of her reverie. Then she instinctively took a letter and hesitantly inquired.

"But, Milord, but..." She was well aware that her lord was about to send her away.

"There are no more buts, Diana. Yes, I am sending you away, since the next event is not something an angel can take part in. The letter is also extremely critical; personally deliver it to Ombella." Auceses interrupted her.

"Yes, Milord." Despite some reluctance in her heart, Diana finally nodded.

Diana's figure collapsed into numerous golden light particles that fell into the ground and vanished swiftly as Auceses tapped her forehead with his index finger.

"So, shall we leave?" Auceses eventually turned to face his artisan, who stood silently in front of him.

"Your Excellency, where are we going?" Artisan inquired with trepidation, as hearing the sun god's invitation gave him a bad feeling. However, he didn't dare refuse.

"Obviously, to Moses ascetic dawn." Auceses grinned. "How can I leave you out of it, artisan, since it's your mess?"

Auceses didn't give artisan much time to react, as he seized his hand and both of their figures collapsed into golden particles of light in the room, which vanished quickly.

As the light that flashed across the floating continent faded, the scorching sun visible through the window dimmed and reverted to normal, with their departure.

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At the same time, in the sea of ruins, sonia sea.

In a cathedral, a golden-haired man was praying before a massive cross. The man wore simple white cloak and had a silver cross around his neck.

The cathedral where the man prayed was anything but ordinary, with the bones of several mythical races imbedded in the surface of each column, arch, and dome.

"Adam!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the entire cathedral, filled with rage and madness. It sounded as if the person who spoke had nothing but hatred for the man praying inside.

A blue lightning bolt descended from the void into the cathedral, causing fissures in very reality and heading directly for the man who was praying.

Adam didn't open his eyes or move, he continued to pray. His posture was solemn, as if he were a priest who, no matter what, will not stop praying to his god until he finishes it.

However, the lightning, which could easily kill angels, came to a halt in its path, as if trapped by an unknown force, and then vanished before it could reach the man praying.

"You're truly a zealot." With a sigh, a leisurely voice sounded, a striking contrast to the previous fury. "Those angels who spend their days singing praises to their gods will be ashamed if they see your devotion."

A young man appeared in the cathedral, out a starlight door. He had black curly hair and black eyes. His forehead was rather board contrast to his thin face. What was most noticeable about him, however, was a crystal monocle he wore over his right eye, which glistened with light.

Angel of time, Amon!