The battle-scarred earth was silent.
Ash still floated in the air. Smoke coiled from broken spires.
And in the center of it all… stood Vera, holding a boy wrapped in her coat.
The boy had silver hair.
Eyes wide. Empty. Innocent.
Jiwoon — now no taller than a child of seven — blinked at the world like he had just been born.
[System Status]
User: Han Jiwoon
Current Form: Child God
Memory: Locked
Power Access: 8%
Emotional Stability: Unknown
Kravein hovered nearby, arms crossed.
"He really doesn't remember anything?"
Vera sighed. "Not even my name."
Qilin snorted, curling its body protectively around them both.
Kaelya arrived moments later, dragging the last unconscious saint by the collar.
She looked at Jiwoon — a child with god-tier remnants swirling faintly around him — and groaned.
"So what now?"
"Do we change diapers while fighting cults?"
Elsewhere, far from the ruins…
A group in crimson cloaks knelt before a glowing obelisk.
"The God has fallen into innocence."
"Now is the time to strike before he remembers."