Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Yet despite realizing all this, Messe became even more anxious and frightened. For besides these, he also remembered what God had last spoken.

"This world is not yours. Therefore, you must go to the place that belongs to you. You must leave here, go to the end of the sea."

Before, he had thought it was an easy task.

Once free from the gods of Egypt and the Pharaoh's pursuit, with the strength bestowed by God, this journey could easily be completed.

Thus, even though God did not promise "you shall surely return to where you came from, back to the place I have promised you," Messe still believed it was not an issue.

Until now, he had been killed.

His killer was not a man, but the Sun. The Sun thus fell, yet he could not be resurrected.

Only at this moment, he felt as if everything had been arranged from the beginning—his choices, his sacrifices, all and everything, were within the future ordained by God.

In the darkness, Messe saw Aaron ascending the mountain holding his body, the same mountain he had once ascended while shepherding in Midian. But Messe knew his covenant with God had already ended.

Aaron would not achieve what he desired, for Messe had not told them that God's gaze never lingered on the Hebrews.

"..."

"So... do you regret it?"

Whoosh—

Startling awake, Messe felt he "opened" his eyes.

The surrounding darkness vanished, and he seemed to return to the day he had seen God.

Layers upon layers of worlds bullied beneath him, with seven vast layers of light and shadow flashing in between.
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As if standing at the center of the cosmos, Messe once again saw that shadow beyond all worlds. He lay prostrate on the ground, expressing his devotion and humility to God.

"God..."

Merely in a glance, even though God did not explain, Messe understood why he had come here.

His first covenant with God was over; he had gambled his life and everything.

But now God told him that he was different from others. His life was not just one portion; his covenant with God naturally could happen a second time.

...

He had always known he was different.

After all, God never shied away from His focus. He also personally told Messe that he was different.

Just that until today, Messe did not know in what way he was different. It was only after his death, feeling that power transcending the mortal world, that he began to guess.

But a guess is still a guess, like a blind man feeling an elephant; he could not see the whole picture.

What he could see was just a corner of the truth. Yet, standing here now, even though God did not speak, he just "knew."

Messe was his name as a mortal, but he could have two names not of the mortal realm.

One called Pallas, another called Horus.

They belonged to two sanctities, to two rulers of the land and the sky; although this rule was of the future, not the present.

One had died before it was born; one was meant to be born but was born by another in his stead.

However, these two names would settle upon Messe and upon the Hebrews.

In the destiny of Egypt, Horus was the offspring of Osiris and Isis; in the destiny of Chaos, Pallas was the descendant of the "deceased" Zeus.

So, as long as the rest of the Hebrews died out, then their material life would end, and their lineage with it.

Messe needed to do nothing. He would naturally gather all the scattered power, becoming the existence destined to inherit the future Divine King status of both worlds.

This was why God specially focused on him, and why he could still stand here.

At this moment, Messe understood God's meaning.

He had paid with a life and fate, paying the price for his past choices; God let him personally experience all this, telling him the ugliness of humanity.

God let him experience the immense power he was meant to possess, showing him the indelible divide between the gods of Egypt and mortals.

Perhaps God knew he would be killed, yet He still allowed Messe to experience this process on his own.

Now, by asking him "Do you regret it?" God was also asking him if he had given up.

As long as he admitted surrender, even with just a fragment of his life and fate remaining, he could still survive. God might even restore what He had taken away, allowing him to carry on his destined role.

If Messe nodded, agreeing to forsake his kin, God would bring great calamities from the heavens, annihilating the remaining people, regardless of their devotion or lack thereof.

Messe would ascend to the heavens, inheriting the noble and sacred destiny of standing before the Lord as an Angel, to spread His eternal glory across all worlds.

Therefore, Messe looked up and gave his answer.

"...I...do not regret."

Crack—

It was like thunder streaking across the sky, or perhaps just an illusion of Messe's own making.

God was still there, but He seemed much more distant.

Perhaps He had always been that distant...after all, God is all-knowing and omnipresent, and He should know everything.

"So the decision I make today, could it also be within God's expectations?"

From the kingdom of God, Messe seemed still able to see Aaron on the Mountain and the Hebrews kneeling in prayer for success below.

He knew these people might not all be kind or devout. Given a chance, they too might commit sins; even placed in his position, they might not hesitate to make another choice.

Yet Messe did not hesitate, for his choice to save them was never for their gratitude.

"I offer everything to You, Almighty Lord. I give You all that I have, from the past to the future, though it all originates from You."

Chanting softly, Messe's calm voice echoed through the universe.

"May Your will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven."

"Please allow me to return to the Mortal Realm, to guide Your faithful back to the land You promised us."

"..."

Without looking up, Messe seemed once again to see God, standing outside of time, smiling at him.

He was making a promise to Messe and also consoling him. He promised Messe the time he would spend walking in the Mortal Realm and gave him one last chance to repent.

"...I grant you forty days, from east to west, from south to north. You and your people will cross the great sea, returning to the old land... "

"...When the final day arrives, you shall look upon my Mountain... All who see it may reach it, all but you."

"You will stop there, on the last day before the return; this is the fate of your future."

"You may refuse, but if this is what you desire..."

God said, "I make a covenant with you."

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One day in the heavens, one year on earth.

Since the fall of the first Pillar God, time in Hemenu has already become chaotic.

Initially, time slowed down, with a decade passing as one year. As the end drew near, this slowdown became even more noticeable.

But perhaps due to the successive falls of the Nine Pillar Gods, when the Sun also went out, time in the Mortal Realm was no longer restrained.

It returned to its original pace, even speeding up slightly. So much so, that though the battle in the heavens had not lasted long, a considerable amount of time had already passed on earth.

So when Aaron began to ascend the Mountain, the Primordial Water and the Sun had not yet extinguished.

As the second covenant was established, the Great Day was just about to break free. Endless Light shone anew upon the land, it then split into two, completely shattered and disappeared in Hemenu's world.

On the vast water only Amon-Ra remained, and opposite him, the God holding the Black Sword.