"Hey, Roland..." Nightingale's voice jerked Roland out of his thoughts. "Are you OK?"
"Er, is anything wrong?" Roland said after a clearing throat.
"You were staring at that paper for a good several minutes, and you don't look very well either. Terrible news?"
"No, I hope that I am wrong," Roland said while shaking his head and briefly recounted his theory. "If that was the truth, what a dismal world we're living in."
Another problem that alarmed Roland was how short their lives were. One life cycle was just a fleeting second compared to the history of this planet that stretched thousands of years before the emergence of lifeforms.
Where had human beings and demons been when the Radiation People and the Match Men had fought furiously for their survival?
If the Battle of Divine Will was unending, then how does one win?
No matter how fierce the battle had been, there should have been a winner in the end.
