Ethan stood alone in the destroyed bread shop. Glass crunched under his feet. The morning light poured through the broken windows, illuminating the dust still floating in the air.
"Next," he said to himself. "The god realm."
He vanished from the shop as well. The space he left behind was empty and silent, marked only by the lingering trace of his presence.
Outside the tower, beyond the boundaries of the reincarnation world, the two supreme primordial gods sat upon their thrones of condensed law. Their forms were massive and indistinct, shifting between shapes like clouds caught in a storm. Their eyes, however, were sharp and focused. They had been watching everything.
