Leaving the great vortex of the East Sea, Laine now had an additional painting in his hand.
The painting was a work in progress, but the remaining parts no longer required his brushstrokes. Time and the changes of the ages would add their own hues to it.
This time in meeting Prometheus, be it the painting or promises, Laine didn't have any particular purpose; he was simply drawn by the memories of his past and felt compelled to act on his desires.
As a deity, he could do as he pleased, and many myths of later generations were spurred by nothing more than the whims of a god or man, which then led to a series of changes.
Just as Laine had promised, on the day of Bronze Humanity's demise, if there was anyone who worshipped him, that person would survive; if all humans worshipped him, then the Divine King's disaster would become a joke.
Although, given human nature, such an event was impossible, Laine had indeed decided on this plan.
