What grand drama, what fishing, what players and pawns, none of it is meaningful.
Herbert has arrived.
He only wishes to help those frightened mortals of the Northern Lands, to seek justice from the lofty Divine beings.
Either you apologize yourself, or I will assist you in making amends.
And on the last day of the deadline, the Divine and the Godslayer met.
At the moment of dawn breaking, a blood-red meteor streaked across the horizon, rushing towards the snow-capped mountains at an extraordinary speed.
Yet just as it was about to collide with the mountain, it suddenly halted, hanging motionless in the air.
After the figure steadied itself, a moment later, the tearing sound of crimson wings cutting through the air came belatedly.
The sound had not arrived, but the person was already there.
"...Hmm?"
The Divine, seated amidst the mountains, realized this as well and slowly opened its eyes.
