Trerortra-
The god of light.
Once said to be the strongest of all the gods- he created mortals and the mortal plains. Rumors had it, he was the one who'd created the other worlds and even the world barrier; of course, those were only rumors and no one knew if they were real.
But after a certain incident, he went into hiding.
Or rather, he secluded himself and didn't involve himself with the mortals.
What was that incident?
No one knew-
Or at the very least I didn't.
"I don't think that god would help us-" I said.
"Then I'm afraid there's no other way. We can stall the inevitable. But we cannot stop it."
True.
Right now-
This world was barely holding on.
But at this rate-
If more and more monsters come out, if more and more otherworlders-
Wait-
Otherworlders-
"Hey, you've had a lot of history summoning, right?"
"Yes?"
