The outside world was bleak. This place was no longer the world. Not on the other side of the mirror, not in the middle of a wave. It was a world that wasnt a world. A lonely lake where life couldnt exist and only spirits occasionally wandered.

Will it be okay like this?

A member of the Altar in the lake asked. God answered while fishing.

Its okay. What are you so worried about?

Whether the footsteps you take were forward or backward, they would eventually lead you in the right direction. The outcome would be as God willed, as he always predicted. This was just the process.

Yes, God. With this incident, the energy for the advent has been restored.

At the call of the believer, he thought of someone for a moment. A truly good man does not say that he is good. Therefore if he calls himself a god, he wasnt a true god. The logic was too simple, but he couldnt take that word back because they naturally knew that he was God.