Finally, they've come:
The blessed new race.
An endless wonder
Wanders to their grave.
Anger, hatred, deceit,
These are all of the things
That define those she eats.
Purity and power, what are those?
Forgotten woes already devoured;
They were simply a grain in the Endless White,
Or an abyss within that Gentle Dark.
No matter, for when Mother is in your sight,
It is anger that makes your soul depart.
...
Adam couldn't begin to move as the tendrils took them into the highest reaches of the Temple. He was simply suffocating, to the point that even the slightest movement was beyond impossible.
Somewhere, he knew that the others shared this pain. Just like him, they were being dragged through this endless dark to an unfathomable evil. He couldn't help but feel a little bad for them. At the same time, extreme anger grew in his heart.
