The rain continued to fall, mixing with the blood on Samuel's face and washing over the shattered ground around him. He stood in the center of the destruction, the body of Malaki lying motionless and lifeless at his feet. The cold water seeped into his torn clothes, clinging to his bloody skin, but he barely registered the sensation. His focus was elsewhere...
All that remained in his mind was the name... Luminara, Goddess of Chronokinesis.
The profound despair he had felt moments before had not entirely left him... a dull, persistent ache resonated deep within his chest. However, a singular, and urgent purpose began to solidify in his consciousness. He had to go to the divine realm fast. There was no other choice, no alternative path if he was to pursue this...terrible truth.