Decades turned into centuries, but Briat'iés never stopped mourning his daughter. He fell to his knees beneath the bleeding moon and began to cry, his tears flowing endlessly until they pooled into a silver sea.
Again, in hindsight, Vahn should have done something to console him. He should have shown support, at the very least.
But like the practical God he was, he instead threw himself into building a cure.
He believed that if he could undo the damage — if he could save Briat'iés' girl and restore the Triviscaris to their true forms — then everything would return to how it once was.
And maybe it would have.
Maybe there was a hidden happy ending he failed to reach.
But he simply ran out of time…
In his grief and anguish, in his hatred and thirst for vengeance, Briat'iés summoned the False God and made a pact with him.
Everyone in Heaven knew of the False God, that vile deity of corruption and evil.
