Everyone understood what BS Rita meant.
Starsea understood.
Quiet Mountain understood.
Even the order currently trapped in chaos understood.
She did not want Order Clock's self righteous "goodness."
She did not want Order Clock's self righteous fairness.
She wanted to establish a new order.
The entire scene fell completely silent.
The cookie houses hanging from the sails rose and fell in the wind, tapping rhythmically against the canvas.
Robes and coat hems fluttered violently.
Neither the Starsea gods nor the Quiet Mountain gods spoke.
But who here had not already transcended divine gifts?
Gradually, everyone began hearing each other's heartbeats growing faster and faster.
As though the pendulum of order was no longer crashing toward Starsea and Quiet Mountain—
But toward their hearts themselves.
They had believed their hearts had long gone numb across these endless repeating epochs.
The same stories had played out again and again.
