In a world of eternal peace and happiness, where thousands of souls resided, life was a state of perfect contentment.
They didn't need to work, nor did they have to risk their lives in unnecessary battles.
They never grew hungry, and whenever they wanted to eat something, a feast would appear out of thin air, always tasting heavenly.
But out of all the thousands of souls from various races, one human sat alone.
His mind was always racing from one thought to another, a single question haunting his peaceful existence.
"When did my faith waver?" The voice came from the mouth of Thorn, a profound sadness in his tone.
He was still pondering the conversation he had with God Cosmos.
He had been so blind, so comfortable in his blissful existence, that he hadn't noticed the raven—his god's message—for 15 years straight.
"Why was I able to see it yesterday? Was it because of the guilt I felt?" His thoughts wandered, searching for answers.
