"What warning?" Ezekiel was confused.
"Are you thinking of leaving this world for good?" the priestess asked.
"Yes. I-"
"You can't! Catastrophes will occur if you leave!" she exclaimed. Realizing that the man had no idea at all, she figured she had to tell him the truth. Otherwise, Ezekiel would not be able to help at all. "Do you know why people with harp marks have to stay?"
Ezekiel shook his head. "Please enlighten me, Holy Priestess."
"It's because they existed in order to keep the Goddess' powers in check."
"In check?" he asked, raising his brow.
"The one behind this is the Great Father, Xefe, who is the creator of everything."
"So, you mean. The Goddess isn't really the strongest one?"
"That's right. She's just Xefe's subject, whom he created using a purple stone and a thousand year-old giant coral." The Priestess then summoned an accordion book, then gave it to Ezekiel, "It's a long story, so you may want to read this."
