The space in front of the sea of stars was calm.

The Prophet's gaze rested on Daniel at first. It was unclear what he was thinking about. Then, without looking away from him and without any preamble, he began to speak.

"After the first Supreme God was born among the Mortal Gods, the Inner Gods felt something for the first time—something that had never had any meaning to them before."

He paused briefly.

"Threat."

Daniel said nothing. He simply listened.

"The Inner Gods always believed themselves to be the absolute origin. Beings whose existence had taken shape before the concept of creation itself. But the emergence of a mortal Supreme God shattered that belief. They realized that if this trend continued, their position would no longer be secure."

The light around the Prophet dimmed slightly. It seemed as if memories of that era were replaying in his mind, and his expression tightened a little.

He had personally lived through that entire period and knew just how dark and cruel it had been.

"So they made a decision. They began suppression. Not openly, and not directly, but through restrictions, exile, and the slow eradication of the Mortal Gods."

There was no emotion in his voice, but the weight of his words was heavy.

"The Fallen was not satisfied with this situation."

For the first time, Daniel showed a small reaction. The Fallen… this was a name that had followed him ever since the day he became an Awakened.

He had always been curious about who the Fallen truly was, until he learned that he was, in fact, a god. And now, finally, he was beginning to understand exactly who that god was.

"He opposed it," the Prophet continued, lifting his gaze as if looking into a very distant past.

"And then something happened that none of us expected. The Fallen, alone, stood against several Inner Supreme Gods and fought them to prove something."

"To prove what?" Daniel frowned slightly.

"That Mortal Gods are not weak," the Prophet answered.

After that, the Inner Gods retreated for a time. Not out of fear, but calculation. They believed that the birth of a mortal Supreme God was a unique anomaly, something that would never happen again. However, they were wrong.

"Several more Supreme Gods were born among the Mortal Gods. Tension rose once again. This time, the Inner Gods did not want to allow such a threat to continue growing."

"But war was not an easy choice for either side. The Inner Gods knew that an all-out war could harm even themselves."

"However… an unexpected event changed everything."

The light around the Prophet trembled for a moment, and he let out a sigh. Even now, thinking about that incident filled him with bitterness. If that event had not occurred back then, a devastating war between the two sides might never have happened.

"The Fallen's right hand. His closest friend and life partner. Their existence was erased by the Inner Gods."

The space grew colder.

"Unlike mortals, gods cannot be killed so easily. Death has no meaning for them. To destroy a god, you must erase their existence. Every version of them, across all parallel worlds, across all timelines."

Daniel took a deep breath. He had known that gods were likely immortal, but it seemed he had still been mistaken. Even so, killing a god was an extremely difficult act—something that was likely impossible for anyone other than a Supreme God.

"And this… is irreversible," the Prophet lowered his head slightly.

"The Fallen started the war."

"A war that later became known as the Rebellion of the Infidels. Many Inner Gods had their existence erased, or their divinity collapsed. Even several Inner Supreme Gods were severely weakened."

He then sighed again, a sound heavier than any spoken words.

"But… the outcome was not what we hoped for."

Daniel spoke. "So you lost."

The Prophet nodded.

"That's right. From the very beginning, we never had a real chance of victory."

"The number of Inner Gods was several times greater than ours. There were only four Mortal Supreme Gods, while eleven Inner Supreme Gods stood against us."

"But even so… you still dealt massive damage to them," Daniel said, his tone filled with surprise. The gap in power had been far greater than he expected.

"That's true. Mortal Gods are not necessarily weaker in terms of power. In some aspects, they may even be stronger. But the main reason… was the Fallen," the Prophet replied.

His eyes became more serious for a moment.

"He had an endless army of the Fallen. And by himself, he could fight evenly against three, even four Supreme Gods."

For the first time, Daniel was truly shocked.

"I didn't expect the Fallen God to be such a monster." He paused. "What happened in the end?"

"The Inner Gods suffered the greatest losses. One-third of them had their existence erased. But we… ended up in an even worse situation," the Prophet answered.

A brief silence followed.

"After the war, the number of Mortal Gods fell to less than half. We lost all of our Supreme Gods. Many were suppressed or exiled. And we returned to a state even worse than before."

"So the Mortal Supreme Gods were killed?" Daniel asked. Did that mean the Fallen was dead?

The Prophet remained silent for a moment, then spoke.

"No. Supreme Gods are truly immortal. They cannot be destroyed. But they were severely injured and exiled from the divine realm."

His gaze grew deeper.

"They are now hidden across countless spaces, times, and timelines. Waiting for the day they recover their power."

"This is… far worse than I imagined," Daniel said quietly.

Then he raised his head.

"So the God of the Fallen is inside my body?"

The Prophet paused.

"I don't know. I can only sense his bloodline within you. Not his existence itself."

Daniel nodded. He had reached the same conclusion himself. However, he also felt that the God of the Fallen was most likely hidden within that bloodline.

"Don't worry. That man… was truly a good person. Even though he eventually started the war, he spent years trying to prevent it. He believed in peace and equality," the Prophet continued.

"He believed a far greater threat was approaching."

"But when his life partner was killed… his reason collapsed," he added in a serious tone.

The Prophet looked directly at Daniel.

"If he had even the slightest intention of harming you, he would have done so by now."

"I understand… and thank you," Daniel said. He fell silent for a few seconds, then asked,

"So… how do I have this bloodline?"

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