Hajin let out a long, exhausted sigh as the silence of the flower field settled around him, the spot where the Goddess had been standing now completely empty save for a few golden particles still drifting lazily through the air.
He was tired, not the kind of tired that sleep could fix but the deep, bone-level exhaustion that came from having your entire understanding of the world ripped apart and reassembled in the span of a single conversation.
The gods were corrupt, the shard system was a counterfeit, the reincarnation cycle was broken, and oh, apparently a dead goddess had just called him her son before dissolving into light.
'At least I learned a lot today,' he thought, dragging a hand down his face while staring at the endless field of flowers stretching out in every direction. 'Quite a lot, in fact.'
"Master."
