Agent 57 looked around Ipigal one last time. Finally, a few months ago, his divination power had assigned him to Ipigal. He had investigated a rainbow house.

He watched the battlefield. His opportunity would come soon. His master wanted the child dead, because the child was unknowingly The Prophecy End. A person with normal morals would have let the gold-category child survive, but Agent 57 only served Master. Master wanted the child dead, so the child would die. Only Master mattered.

Soon, the child was free of the team.

Not yet, Master wants him captured after he got far enough from that Deifier.

And so Agent 57 would wait. Master didn't want Agent 57 killed, so Agent 57 would wait until The Vice got the Deifier under check. Currently, the Deifier was destroying an entire topaz-category battalion.

The Vice arrived. It was time to capture the child.

And so Agent 57 went. It was his duty, and Death was inevitable. That was the Moksha of Death, which all that Agent 57 thought weren't crazy, worshiped the Moksha of Death. After all, Master and the Moksha of death were almost the same thing.