Book 5 : Death

First it was at Ishtar, at the Year of 250 of emperor Hanzou.

Then it was at Udon, at the Year of 40 of High General Humme.

Then it was at the Year of 340 of the Desolate Era.

Later came the first year of Schkartallas.

And many other times after that.

That was how much time I slept, how much time it took for the Second Differentiation to come.

Finally, after almost a billion years of slumbering and dreaming, I woke from my dreams.

Many lives I lived while dreaming.

I was a poor villager, I was a handsome knight, I was a busy king, I was a terrible fiend who devastated the land. I was a lonely dragon, and many other things.

Always greater and mightier than most, but still less powerful than the small demi-gods I created.

No matter.

Those were lives I lived for the sake of living, alone. I had no duty, and no reason to pester my oldest creations.

The immortals could not find a way to break my seal. The shadows spread thought Tiphoon as fools touched them. Still, they keep being harmless to anyone who doesn’t come near to them. The angels and demons acted only a few sparse times, and where smart enough to refrain from angering me.

The Sages lived leisurely, and the Enlightened and Furious Buddhas both prostrated themselves at my feet once they saw me.

Even the stupid so called “High Gods”, who couldn’t discern my origins for being too weak to do so, would eventually understand who I was, and treat me with respect.

Others wouldn’t have the power to do anything to me.

Still, the time finally came.

Once the dragons became anxious and began to flee from the continent, I knew it would be only a matter of time.

The World Tree I planted so long ago was finally breathing its last breath.