Father, help me

Misaki opens her eyes, blinking slowly as her eyes get adjusted to the light coming from the window. She looks at the ceiling. Unfamiliar. Painted with constellations. After a moment, she realizes that the constellation didn't belong to the skies of Iravan. It was from Earth's sky. She and Misumi were born under this constellation. 

"Are you feeling better?" 

She turns her head toward her father. He is sitting on the chair beside her bed. Though his appearance is neat, the fatigue is clear in his eyes. 

"What happened to me, Father?" Misaki asks with a weak voice.

"The face of the Chaos that was inside you died." Adira tells her with a straightforward voice, "Chaos is also dead."

How is that possible? Misaki widens her eyes. "Gods can't die."

"I guess." Adira leans forward and takes her hand. "Your mother erased her avatar's name. She has gone back to a dormant form. It will take a long time for her to return."