Time became nebulous, as if an eon had passed. In one moment, the oppressive force finally receded like the tide. The voice of God rang out once more, only this time Messe no longer felt its warmth.
"If this is what you desire... then go back to your people. Share in their suffering, and do not return."
"You will forsake the future, eternal life, and all that you possess, enduring with your kin the calamities your own deities have brought upon you. Those who do not believe in me will die, and even the devout shall suffer misfortune.
"Of those in their prime, a third shall perish; of women and children, a half; of the old and infirm, two thirds... This world is not yours, so go to the place that is yours, leave this place, head to the ends of the sea... Even so, do you still stand by your opinion?"
"I stand by it, but God, what about them?" Messe asked, "Those beings who bring disasters upon us. Can they reside in splendid palaces, enjoying beauty and joy?"
"Certainly not."
