The war between the Sun Church and the Sinful Desire Church has ended.
It concluded in a way that the world found either hasty or grandiose.
This prolonged, mighty conflict between the two Divine Churches finally resulted in the principals themselves "personally stepping in" to clean up the ss.
One side used an incarnation, the other sent a newly minted Saint.
A battle ensued, ending with one side conceding.
The Sun Church’s actions were nothing surprising, ever the rash brother, eager to charge into enemy territory and start a massacre.
As for the Sinful Desire Church... it was as if they were sitting at the children’s table.
Overall, it was inexplicable, impossible to fathom what they were thinking.
Bold words early on, soft whispers in the middle, and nonsensical chatter towards the end.
Not fighting?
They shouted the loudest, making the first move to provoke.
Want to fight?
Yet they didn’t go all out, with a horribly mismatched personnel allocation, relying purely on numbers.
This approach seed like they received no guidance from the Divine, with no understanding of their own goal, rely cooperating mindlessly...
But certainly, this couldn’t be the case.
With the God of Sinful Desire’s cunning and insidious nature, it was impossible for them to engage in such a "re posturing resulting in the needless loss of many believers."
So, surely there was so hidden sche at play!
Only to have their plans spoiled by the great Sun God, forcing them to concede.
Oh, no, wait.
Not everything went as expected; there were so small twists that occurred.
This battle, in truth, ended with the death of a True God.
The God of Assassination, a weak Divine, with many enemies and no friends.
Apart from pious followers, no one would mourn their fall.
Aside from vacating the long-occupied but unused Divine Position of [Assassination], their death held no aningful value.
It was a death in vain.
The first Divine has fallen.
But everyone watching this war knew—this would not be the end.
Far from it!
This might, in fact, only be the beginning.
The era of Belief in Gods has entered its fourth millennium.
After a thousand years of mutual affection, a thousand of superficial harmony, and a thousand of overt and covert strife, in the fourth millennium...
The Gods all knew that their ga of pretend could no longer continue.
The Mortal Realm was about to enter ard conflict once more.
Though not yet the chaotic lee of the Gods’ war, early signs had already surfaced, and the trumpet of chaos was quietly being sounded.
Strange digging sounds emanated from the depths of so temples, the eyes of so Holy Images began to turn, and sealed ancient Divine Artifacts suddenly whispered to priests—gods were beginning to act stealthily.
If they didn’t want the next millennium to see them trampled by others, they had to start preparing early!
Hence, in the depths of tombs, beneath ornate church basents, at secluded wilderness altars, in solitary dark chambers... followers of different faiths received Divine revelations from their gods.
"Go forth, my servants."
"Proclaim my divine na in the Mortal Realm."
"It is ti for the Mortal Realm to once again rember my might."
...
No, after that day, it wasn’t only the gods making secret plans.
So powerful beings with aspirations for the Divine Throne also caught the scent of opportunity.
Ancient Saints awoke from slumber, rival organizations halted their fighting, even reclusive Sages began poring over forbidden tos...
They slled blood, and also the scent of opportunity.
Chaos is disaster.
But it is also a stepping stone.
An opportunity, a once-in-a-millennium chance.
History has proven ti and again: Whenever Divine Blood is spilled in the Mortal Realm, mortals would rise on the corpses of gods to ascend to the heavens.
Go forth, bring those lofty gods down from the skies!
Can it be done?
It can be done!
So dust-covered god-slaying weapons were brought out, so lost spells were reinterpreted, and so ancient entities whose nas could not even be ntioned were awakened—the answer is obvious.
In the past, countless Godslayers have proven its feasibility.
Those Godslayers who snatched the lives of gods reaped the fruits of victory, transforming into one of the Divine themselves.
And, not long ago, a newly minted Godslayer again demonstrated the reality of this to them.
Divine beings can be killed.
They, too, bleed.
They, too, will et their end.
As for whether this was accomplished by the new Saint or the lofty Sun, people instinctively chose to ignore it.
Because a more frightening question kept echoing in their minds—who will be next?
Will it be ?
It must be !
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Natural Sanctuary.
Golden sunlight filtered through canopy-like erald leaves, casting patches of light and shadow on moss-covered boulders.
The chaos of the outside world had nothing to do with this place.
A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of honeyed flowers, a distant unicorn whinny resonating clearly.
The Lady of the Moon, having watched the spectacle, passed by, her silver-white robe brushing the dew-covered plants, leaving a trail of shimring moonlight in her wake.
She left with questions in her heart.
Though it appeared on the surface that matters were resolved, she had so doubts about the Sun God’s current true condition and wanted to inquire personally.
Additionally, the Moon Goddess was quite interested in the "Ninth Saint" and planned to make discreet contact.
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