"Before, I was the one hunting others; now, am I finally facing retribution?"
"And… these people have lost all their divinity. Is this catastrophe truly the prophesied end?"
"The separation of the upper and lower realms forcibly weakened the power of the calamity, but in the end, it created an unprecedented disaster. How ironic."
Gloria wore an expression of resignation. She had come to terms with her desperate situation; given her ability to strike against other gods to evade the calamity, it seemed only reasonable that she would also become prey.
Even the filthy words of the three other gods didn't particularly bother her. Although no one had touched her physical form, the many years of her divine existence had nearly worn down Gloria's humanity; purity meant nothing to her now.
Theoretically, it should have been this way. Yet for some reason, a flicker of fear and resistance, accompanied by a feeling of disgust, began to rise within Gloria.
