Several days later.
The body of the Sapo King had been buried, but Al could not remember where, these past few days felt to him like they spanned decades, even centuries.
The King was dead.
The Logos Kingdom had never faced such a massive upheaval.
Al felt that he should not tell the Logos people about God's slumber, not a single word.
What if... what if his casual remarks sparked another crisis of reason in this world beloved by God...
Al felt that his clansmen could not bear all this.
The Unihorn whales had joyously reunited with Al and Yarlessto. During these days, the Unihorn whales had been singing the Song of the Whale every day,
"Father, their song has... many more variations than before."
Yarlessto watched the Unihorn whales in amazement,
"It's much more complex than before."
Whether it was an illusion or not, having not seen them for only a few days, he felt that the Unihorn whales had become much wiser.
