As the heavens darken and the dragon cries out,
the bell tower and the stars ask,
Broken child, what have you lost that you wander so?
I am a child, yet no child,
and I have forgotten how to die.
Who is there to enlighten me?
The stars vie with one another to answer,
but in the darkness, the moon steps forth first.
A moon likewise broken.
Behold.
I shall die twelve times, yet shall not die, and I shall be a god, yet not a god.
I shall go to you. And thus……
“The heavens’, our ceaseless cycle shall begin…….”
〚Why bring that up all of a sudden?〛
A voice quietly hummed through the space in every direction.
Hong Haeya raised his head without surprise.
This was the deepest reaches of Babel Tower, the Hall of Starry Night.
The Star Altar existed here, making these depths a place treated as even more precious than the Celestial Gate.
It was a restricted area where no one except a Director coming to inspect the Alta Record was permitted to set foot, but…… the Republic of Korea currently had two Directors.
Even if they could not occupy the same space, it was only natural that they would be connected.
“It’s not all of a sudden.…