The merciful Celestial God who opened the heavens and bestowed grace without reserve upon a barren land.

And the foul, vicious external force that ravaged the Korean Peninsula through filthy and cruel means.

To see the two mingled together was as despairing and horrifying as watching the boundary between sky and earth collapse and blend into one.

It was, quite literally, like the heavens falling.

Even one close to godhood might be driven mad by such a blasphemous sight, yet the Divine Child fortunately regained his composure at once.

The image of his brother, who had given him his divinity and become human, and the friend who would guard him, came to mind.

‘The external force was targeting Father. Did it seize control of part of his body when his heart faltered after losing my brother?’