Charles lowered his head to look at the ants on the ground, his eyes fixed on them as they crawled in and out of their holes. "Are we humans destined to be nothing but ants before them?"
"No, of course not! Our great Light God is different. He is a magnificent existence, a merciful one—"
"Enough!!" Charles cut off the Pope's propaganda about his own religion abruptly. His face immediately showed irritation,
"If there is no solution, then there is no solution, why bother talking about all this nonsense."
"No, of course, there is a way. You just need to find the Earth's surface exit, and everything will be resolved, as I've told you before. As long as you find the exit to Earth's surface, the almighty Light God can free himself. Once he is out of his predicament, lifting the gaze of Yidick from you will be effortless for Him."
