Can'th thou hear'th me? I speak to all of Ishmael's creation.
When god's will didn't reach I was no more than a speck of light.
God's words gave me form and I opened my eyes.
Impart your energy to powerless El.
One who's born in god's world must live according to god's words.
God's words are my duty. And by fulfilling god's duty I will return to god's world.
I say'th again.
One who descended here with god's duty. My will is god's desire and my existence is god's will.
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{{Chapter 2: Chaos
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Thou shalt give energy to powerless El.
Advent of god's blessing, power that keeps the world maintained, source of creating life.
The one born from duty descends upon land of the great El.
But there was a brilliant radiance that dyed the eyes one born from duty into whiteness.
The giant shape named El crumbles into pieces and scatters all over the land.
The one whose duty couldn't be fulfilled is caught up by the radiance and is swept up by a flow that doesn't touch upon the order of this land.
That place is a world where primordial chaos itself accumulated to compose another world.
The one who lost the chance to fulfill the duty is faced with deepest chaos that one should never feel.