God had fallen into slumber.
For the people of Logos, it was as if God had departed.
No one knew when God would awaken—perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after, or perhaps the next moment... Of course, it was also possible that by the time all the people of Logos had perished, God would not have awakened.
Al watched as God's figure gradually dimmed, he heard God's words, he saw God's figure move from illusion toward oblivion—his eyes could no longer see God, nor could his ears hear God's voice.
The old man wept inconsolably, kneeling down powerlessly as his eldest son also sobbed, the father and son supporting each other in their tears.
Both Al and Yarlessto, the father and son, sensed that with God's departure, their lives had utterly lost a part, differing only in degree.
"God..."
"You have endured so many hardships..."
Al muttered amidst sobs.
No words could describe such a moment.
