As the evening breeze whispered silence into "Him," "He" reclaimed his train of thoughts and looked into the eyes of the man who was standing in front of him. His eyes were tainted with a purple hue that seemed to compass the entire cosmos.
Angel of Wisdom seemed to catch up to something and asked calmly, "Hello, my friend. How many chances are left?"
The man didn't reply immediately but took a deep breath. He then said, while gazing into the night vanilla sky, "None."
Angel of Wisdom sighed but didn't say anything else. The man continued after a while, "Even after doing everything I could have done, there's something in me that still screams… that I didn't do everything, and now there's nothing I can do anymore. I've lost everything except this miserable life."
Angel of Wisdom then fell deep into his thoughts. After a moment that felt like an eternity, "He" said, "There's still something we can do."
With this answer, the man immediately smiled and said, "Yes. I'll do what you have said to me earlier."
Angel of Wisdom then nodded his head and started to become illusory. Only when there was a sketch remaining did "He" say with a deep yet calm voice, "Let the war begin."
The man then said, without suppressing his emotions, "Thank you, my friend."
He raised one hand, pointing it to the sky. The sky began to crumble as if a celestial quake had started. The night vanilla sky then became torn apart slowly, with white rays of wisdom descending into reality. Every object that had fallen into the rays became instantly surreal, and the entire world then vanished into thin air slowly, leaving only dust behind in the nothingness.
A voice similar to the man echoed through the entire space, which carried a will that could tear up the heavens, and said, "Let the war begin."
> "This is the beginning of the prophecy that will decide the fate of the cosmos.
This is... the Tales of Blasphemy."