"I don't know, but not what you said," Malacai replied. In reality, he hoped Aine could give him some appearance of God, to give him some clue about what really happened.
God is dead, but why and how? He was blank on it.
As the providence power came from God, he expected it to affect his soul in one way or another.
Hearing the disappointment in Malacai's tone made Aine think more about it. "I think I know what answer you want."
"Go on."
"Your soul is incomplete, fractured. Despite its intense size, it looks like only a small piece of the puzzle."
"I see... Well, back to your question. My real name is Malacai, you should be able to do your own research after this. And I hope you know what to do after knowing my name."
"Don't worry, I will keep it as if I never heard about this. As for what you ask, should I start from the beginning?"
"No need, just tell me the main points, so I know the situation."
