Section 212: Before the Harvest Festival (Part 1)

The Chart of Stars beneath his feet was forming connections, with pure white threads stretching from each star to interlink with one another. Malin stood in the very center, surrounded by the boundless Sea of Stars, expanding outward every second.

For any creature, the universe is endless, because travel measured in light-years is so protractedly long that it seems to have no end.

Some star clusters were shrouded in mist, others burned fiercely, and still others were being torn apart by pitch-black holes, but from even more clusters, there came singing.

It was as if calling out to Malin, as if blessing something, or perhaps cursing something.

Eventually, Malin felt the winds from Subspace, the breeze blowing from the direction he faced.

A familiar presence appeared in the distant reaches of the star chart; it was A'Krong, and he had found himself.

Then, what about the other Evil Gods?