''What happened...'' Oliver asked. ''Why... is the moon destroyed?''
''The world is under attack.'' Isaac replied. ''By demons. This is nothing like our childish feud. This is something that can end humanity. Do you see now how worthless our fighting was?''
Oliver's face collapsed as he finally realized that this was something he shouldn't be part of. It was the stuff of gods and it sounded like Isaac was part of it—he was indeed a being realms higher than himself.
''I see now...'' He sighed. This was the final straw that needed to be cut before he could finally forfeit his life. ''Do it... you can kill me now. I am now... ready.''
Isaac pulled out the revolver and placed the muzzle against Oliver's skull.
Oliver clasped his broken hands together, tears brimming in his eyes. ''God, please forsake me.''
