"You haven't left yet?"
Hurrying back to Aurora with the lit fennel branch, what appeared before Prometheus were the panicked crowds in the darkness and the crumbling order that no one managed.
The Divine King's verdict fell on the ears of deities, recounting the reasons he condemned humans, but it wasn't the same for mortals.
Perhaps out of disdain to prove anything to mortals, or more likely because the Divine King never intended to let them go, what humans understood was still that simple sentence.
From today onwards, the fire granted to humans will be taken away.
They heard those words, and then, just as they said, the flames in the human settlements were extinguished all at once, plunging into darkness and cold.
"Creator, I have been waiting for you to come back, because I believe you will sort this all out."
In front of Prometheus's residence, facing the Creator's implicit questioning, Momon slightly bowed, trying to speak with a hint of joy.
