At this moment, there was no sound, for all matter had been swept aside by a fierce force.
At the center where the halberd blade touched the sword finger, it was like the Holy Spirit was showing its might, as if a thousand suns were shining together.
And that figure was swallowed by the light in this instant.
Of course, he did not die.
He was just pondering a question.
All life is a question.
Since the dawn of the oldest life, questions appeared along with its birth, even during the time when 'I' ceased to exist, even in the years before the existence of 'intelligence', questions without name, meaning, origin or essence have been pursuing humanity, searching for 'what is the answer'.
In response, life offered its initial answer.
[Existence] and [Continuation].
Through life, action, instinct, the years, repeated cycles of death and rebirth, countless evolutions and reincarnations, they inscribed traces in space-time, writing their answer.
