As if in the universe, or beneath the starry sky.
The light, shining from somewhere unknown, cast upon Messe's side, making his surroundings seem more dazzling, while the distance grew colder and darker.
Though he bowed his head, Messe could feel that God was watching him. Not just the him of now, but also his past and future.
Feeling this gaze, Messe felt uneasy.
Although it was just a glance, he had realized that this was not the god of the Egyptians, not the god of the Midianites, nor was it any of the many deities he knew. It was God that breathed life into everything in the old Hebrew mythology—yet even at this moment, he felt certain there must be some misconception in those myths.
Because in Messe's perception, the divinity before him was so great that he found it hard to believe there was anything that could stand side by side with Him. None of the other gods from those myths could either.
