The world resumed.
Music returned. Laughter echoed.
As if nothing had happened.
But something had.
Samuel turned away, blending back into the crowd.
But his thoughts lingered.
"This world… hasn't changed."
For a brief moment—
The system flickered.
A glitch.
Small.
But real.
Samuel noticed.
Of course he did.
Behind him, Sterra stood still.
Watching.
Thinking.
"Why does he feel… wrong?"
For the first time—
Her instincts had failed her.
At the church, the royal family stood in prayer.
Samuel stood among them.
Expression calm.
Mind restless.
"Just because they were first… they call themselves gods?"
A faint smile crossed his face.
After the prayer, King Neft distributed food and toys to orphan children.
Laughter filled the space.
A peaceful scene.
Warm.
Hopeful.
But Samuel knew—
Peace in this world never lasted.
And deep within him, a thought surfaced:
"This world… was never meant to become like this."
He said nothing more.
Not yet.
Because the first event—
Was about to begin.