It was okay

Trerortra-

The god of light.

Once said to be the strongest of all the gods- he created mortals and the mortal plains. Rumors had it, he was the one who'd created the other worlds and even the world barrier; of course, those were only rumors and no one knew if they were real. 

But after a certain incident, he went into hiding. 

Or rather, he secluded himself and didn't involve himself with the mortals.

What was that incident?

No one knew-

Or at the very least I didn't.

"I don't think that god would help us-" I said.

"Then I'm afraid there's no other way. We can stall the inevitable. But we cannot stop it."

True.

Right now-

This world was barely holding on.

But at this rate-

If more and more monsters come out, if more and more otherworlders-

Wait-

Otherworlders-

"Hey, you've had a lot of history summoning, right?" 

"Yes?"