The Outer God Needs Warmth

The sky was collapsing.

It was impossible to describe it any other way. Looking up, the darkness was deeper than pitch black, writhing in a way that seemed unnatural. When someone shined light into the darkness, it rippled like the surface of the night sea.

But in nature, water always falls downward, yet now, the water from all directions was being pulled upwards into the sky.

It spread out in all directions and covered the sky.

The mountain range in the east was half submerged, with an orange sunset casting a slanted light, showing how much of it had sunk. In contrast, the sea to the west was revealing its black mud. The seawater that should have been filling that space was being pulled up into the sky, exposing the bottom more and more.

But it looked like the entrance to hell from a myth, so no one dared to approach that direction.

Turning my gaze elsewhere.

To the north, there was the sea, and to the south, a massive river blocked the way.@@novelbin@@

However, the river was no longer there, so if one ran fast, they could reach Vern City. But due to the water blocking all light from the sky, it appeared to be nothing more than simple darkness, effectively making it impassable.

The assumption that the river was flowing blocked the way. It was already late in the evening. With the faint light of the sky obscured by the sea, the ground was barely visible. Who would dare cross under such circumstances?

There was nowhere to escape.

And the surface of the water slowly descended from the sky to the ground.

Everyone watched this in a daze.

The fight no longer seemed meaningful.

The soldiers here and the citizens resisting also looked up at the water’s surface.

Some thought that since they could swim, they could escape if the water came down slowly like this.