Myth: I am God!

Heaven.

Above the clouds, inside Valhalla.

That majestic phantom was clearly in Valhalla.

Yet it seemed to stand above all things.

No one can see His true nature; even the light dares not shine His shadow.

In His hands He held the dark Lord of the Crows, who seemed to have been forgotten by time.

Eight holy angels stood on either side...

And in the front.

Two figures, one large and one small, were crawling on the ground.

It is His Messiah, and the Son of the Messiah...

That magnificent yet ethereal, faint yet resounding voice, seemingly unified in existence and non-existence, the supreme and sacred voice, came from all directions, from every corner, as if every speck of dust in the air was responding to His voice—

【Messiah......】

The ten-year period has come to an end...

Your spirit has dried up; you can no longer walk among men...

I will grant you a seat of angels...

Come forward...

Upon hearing this, Yara trembled uncontrollably...

He followed the Lord's will, slowly rose, and walked step by step toward the divine phantom.

Finally, he was under the watchful eyes of all the angels and Isaac.

He slowly knelt before God, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head...

Then, the sacred phantom held a golden ring, like a king's crown.

He placed the crown upon the Messiah's head...

And the moment that golden crown touched the Messiah spirit—

Suddenly, a burst of intense golden light erupted!

The golden ring slowly merged with his spirit, hanging above his head. At the same time, the golden crown shone brightly, instantly appearing in the hall like an unbearably dazzling sun...

Even the archangels found it difficult to maintain their form under the blinding light, their wings flapping uncontrollably.

Then, the golden light slowly poured down from the golden ring, flowing through Ara's soul like a bath, gradually merging into the Messiah's spirit. His soul became increasingly sacred, and his mind became more devout and sincere...

When it's all over.

Yara, now draped in a white robe, regained his youthful appearance, his white beard and hair returning to their original color... as if he had undergone an incredible rebirth.

"Praise be to my Lord..."

After feeling the changes within myself.

Tears streamed down Yara's face, her heart overflowing with indescribable emotion and adoration...

After doing all this.

The Lord then disappeared in Valhalla.

Yara bowed in thanks repeatedly.

Dressed in a white robe and wearing a golden crown, Yara slowly walked to Isaac, who was still in shock and had not yet recovered from his daze.

He lowered his head and gently helped Isaac up.

He revealed:

"Don't forget all of this..."

"My son, remember this..."

"I made a pact with God—"

"In the name of the Messiah, save this world..."

"To act justly..."

"Thinking of ways to save the world..."

"All your glory comes from God..."

"After I left..."

"You shall bear my name and fulfill my righteousness..."

"I am worthy of the Lord, worthy of the blood you shed..."

"Because you are the burnt offering forgivable by God..."

"The Son of Canaan in the Fire..."

"The second generation, the Messiah of God."

......

When Isaac opened his eyes again.

It was getting dark...

Beside him lay his father's already stiff and cold body...

He died in a prayer position, a smile on his lips.

His spirit has already ascended to heaven and become a messenger by God's side. What is there to be sad about?

But the feeling of parting from my father...

Isaac still felt somewhat lost and empty.

It seems like something is missing from life ever since...

However, when Isaac saw the two scrolls on the altar,

He recalled the last words of advice his father had given him—

"In the name of the Messiah... to save humanity..."

"Act in righteousness...think of saving the world..."

He muttered to himself.

A strange sense of responsibility rose within him...

Young Isaac remembered his father's teachings well.

Just as one inherits one's father's bloodline, one inherits one's father's covenant with God.

And perhaps in the future, he will assume the title of Messiah...

Begin a new story.

Just then, a commotion arose outside the door.

It seems they've been too quiet for a while, and are getting overly worried...

So they broke down the door and entered.

The adults saw Yara's body inside the wooden house, which was in a praying position.

Everyone was stunned.

Dixtis confirmed it again and again...

Finally, he sadly uttered those words:

"Yara is dead."

Suddenly, everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere became incredibly heavy...

However, Isaac, who should have been the most sorrowful, suddenly interjected, his eyes flashing with determination, and retorted:

"No, he's not dead..."

"My father has lived forever in heaven..."

......

Although it was still autumn, Canaan was inexplicably hit by a heavy snowfall that day...

This was highly unusual for Canaan, a land of abundant spring-like weather. The snow season in Canaan was late and short; while other places were in the depths of winter, Canaan was still in late autumn, with snow only falling in the coldest month...

However, today, the snow in Canaan is heavier than ever before, and even the evergreen plants have withered in this single day.

The river water seemed to be frozen over that day.

And the autumn flowers that once bloomed in the wilderness have all withered...

Only one kind of flower is in bloom—

Red roses.

Heavy snow covered everything in Canaan.

The men, dressed in mourning clothes, spent a long time clearing the snow before finally making a path through it...

The funeral procession included poets, merchants, villagers, nobles, and even royalty.

Everyone is saddened and grieving the passing of this hero.

The death knell tolled from morning till night.

Dicttis, Pan, and Old Tyr, these legendary warriors who fought together against the Nemean Lion, personally carried the coffin for their friend.

The pastor trudged through the snow, scattering confetti for the legendary hero, and chanted his story in a trembling, mournful tone.

Nearly a thousand Canaanites, men, women, and children, crowded onto the road...

They wept as they bid farewell to this uncrowned king of Canaan.

The funeral procession left Canaan.

The wilderness was a vast expanse of white, covered by heavy snow.

But on that snow-covered ground, countless red roses sprouted.

It formed a stark contrast with the snow-white background.

The funeral procession crossed the wilderness and reached the mountains...

People buried him in a cave.

A few days later.

Some say Yara is missing.

When people went into the cave to open Yara's coffin.

All I could see were piles and piles of rose petals...

But Yara was nowhere to be seen.

His son said that he had gone to heaven.

Some say he has been resurrected and is now living a carefree life...

Regardless, the Canaanites were convinced that the red rose was a symbol of this hero.

His blood, shed in the war, fell to the ground and soaked into the mud.

Then red roses grew.

This is proof of his immortal achievements...

This is his legend.

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