only god

Chapter 45 I'm Thirsty

On an island near ancient chaos.

Yar, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the ancient chaos at the border of the world.

He witnessed with his own eyes the flames that ignited the sky from the chaos, and saw that the pale power subsided and no longer gushed out unscrupulously.

For some reason, Yar didn't feel any joy when he should feel joy.

On the contrary, the corners of the prophet's eyes were sour, and a tear fell down suddenly.

He watched in amazement as the tear fell to the ground.

Yar's heart tightened, and he somehow realized what happened in the chaos.

Jalesto hadn't recovered yet, staring dumbfounded at the burning sky.

There was no more rain in the sky, and the waves of the sea gradually calmed down.

Yar stared closely at the ancient chaos, and the old prophet walked there involuntarily, even almost falling into the sea.

He clasped his hands together and waited, his heart beating more and more flustered every second.

Seeing his father approaching the sea, Jalesto came back to his senses and followed him.

He wanted to say something, but saw that his father was just staring at the ancient chaos and remained silent, and Alesto did not make a sound.

"Oh God…"

Al murmured.

Uneasy emotions crowded the old man's body and mind, his eyes were sore, and more and more tears flowed out.

He found it difficult to stand on his legs.

"What did you go through..."

Yar muttered to himself, expecting that familiar figure to walk out of the ancient chaos.

The flames burned in the sky, and there was no sound of suffering or despair in the world, and the visions of destruction were all subdued, and they all sank in this calm water.

Long time, long time...

Yaer knelt and sat, waiting for an unknown time, his hands clasped all the time.

The prophet's thoughts were messy and he tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

In his messy thoughts, he only knew that the doomsday flood was gone.

The people of the world with their feet on the ground pray and supplicate.

then,

God embraces human suffering and despair.

"Father, father!"

Jalesto, facing the ancient chaos, widened his eyes,

"God! It's God!"

Al opened his eyes and stood up from the ground in a panic.

Following Jalesto's voice and looking towards the ancient chaos, he saw a figure covered in light coming out of it, slowly approaching the island step by step.

only…

The light dimmed.

Huge clouds passed by the sky, the branches and leaves of the forest full of berries swayed, and the clear spring flowed turbulently in the soil. Yar watched the figure approaching without being disturbed by anything.

Yaer watched him walk down like this, then stepped across the sea, stood on the island, and stood in front of him.

Seeing Him, the Prophet's tears flowed down his face like a galaxy.

The light of God was dimmed.

Because He has divided His own spirit and His own existence.

God is exhausted, or rather, dying.

And what will happen after the decline, only God himself knows.

Yar didn't know this, he just saw that the figure of the god was illusory, as if he was in his twilight years and old.

God went to Al.

Yar felt the warmth, the light shining on him.

He saw a pair of outstretched hands.

Yar's heart was trembling, and his whole body was also trembling.

He saw that the figure was tottering, and the hands were still outstretched.

The old man stepped forward, and he approached him, slowly, slowly, until when he came to him, those hands embraced him.

Yar is so old and thin, at this moment, he feels that he is not as old and thin as one ten-thousandth of him, but those hands still hug him, Yar trembles, and his heart trembles, and tears flow quickly fell into the dirt.

In the embrace, Yar noticed that the light on God's body was dimming, and his figure was gradually becoming illusory, and he was powerless to stop it.

God's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was going to sleep forever.

"Oh God!"

In a daze, Yar's call brought God back to reality. He looked at Yar and saw a throbbing soul inside the old man's body.

God smiled contentedly.

"My Spirit is upon you."

He said.

Arden burst into tears, trembling, sadness, mourning, powerlessness... all kinds of emotions collided in his aging chest.

Gradually, Yaer felt that the feeling of embracing him was gradually disappearing. He looked at the god in a daze, only to see that the figure of the god was more ethereal than before, and he was inevitably moving towards an untouchable illusion.

The god let go of Al and put a broken horn of a narwhal into the canoe.

Then, he walked to the depths of the island.

The father and son followed, and Jalesto's eyes were also moist, looking at the figure.

Even he has noticed that the presence of God is slowly fading away.And a certain part of my life is also irretrievably lost.

The god went to the clear spring in the island.

Al approached him.

The god sat on the edge of the clear spring and looked into the distance. Al knew that his eyes spanned a long distance.

"Yal..."

God spoke.

The moist-eyed prophet stepped forward, like his father.

"Some people say, I have no grace, the end is approaching, and some people curse me and forsake me."

God spoke to him in an extremely calm manner.

Al listened silently.

"Then now..."

The breeze is coming, God is still looking into the distance,

"Don't say, I don't have the grace to give, my love is enough for you to squander."

The flames in the sky were gradually extinguished and no longer burned. Sparks fell to every corner of the world. The spirit of God came to the creatures and fell into the bodies of the world's people with their feet on the ground.

Al was weeping, staring at God, and murmured:
"Lord, Lord..."

The doomsday is coming, the great flood sweeps across the heavens and the earth, wailing everywhere,
God embraces the suffering and despair of man...

but,

Who can embrace the pain and suffering of God?

His love makes people believe, but his pain makes people heartbroken, making people unable to share.

Yaer watched His figure slowly fall into illusion, slowly becoming untouchable.

The prophet rushed forward, he tried to embrace his god.

However, the old man did not touch anything, and the tears fell on his own hands.

God feels the passing of his existence.

He knew that he was about to rest, and he might fall asleep like a person who was about to die, or he might slowly open his eyes after a long deep sleep.

All in all, it was a long time, and it may be difficult to trace back when I fully wake up.

God gradually weakened, fatigue swept over him, filled him, suddenly, he seemed to return to the afternoon when he was walking towards the Aegean Sea, at that time, he heard the call in the darkness.

Closing his eyes, God stretched out his hand, and a ray of light drifted through the woods and landed on the canoe of the father and son.

In this way, Yar and his children can return to the Kingdom of Logos on the second day.

After that, God slowly closed his eyes.

The grass has fed the lamb, and it will be thirsty, and the light has entered the darkness, and it will be dimmed.

When the last sobriety dies,

God murmured subconsciously:

"Yal, my boy, I'm thirsty."

(End of this chapter)