Honkai Impact 3rd - The Interference

Chapter 108 - Fate and God

The abyss. One can only imagine the suffocating weight of the void, the rancid stench of despair clinging to everything. It is a place where the concept of life is but a faint echo, long buried in forgotten times. Those who linger here are judged—not by who they are, but by what they’ve done. Every deed, every action, holds their fate.

It’s a simple concept, really. Yet, so few ever choose hell over heaven.

Even when they don’t mean to.

Humanity has always been like this—ignorant, blind to their own downfall. Whether they see it or not, their hands steer the course toward ruin. And so, nature delivers its judgment. Retribution. A punishment that matches their arrogance: destruction.

But God, in it's boundless mercy, still clings to the flicker of hope. Still believes that humanity might yet be saved. So, it sends a messenger—a voice to guide them, to warn them before the abyss claims them entirely. Before The Embodiment Of Destruction rises once more to engulf the world in chaos.

And yet… no one listens.

For nineteen million years, the voice of God has been silenced, drowned in the endless din of mankind’s ignorance. The messenger—cast down with the weight of an impossible burden—pleaded, begged, screamed into the void. But they turned away, again and again. His words lost in the winds of apathy.

For nineteen million years, he fought against the tide of destruction. And for nineteen million years, he failed.

The weight of rejection, of futility, crushed him. It gnawed at his soul, until the lines between sanity and madness blurred. He no longer recognized the man he once was, barely human now—a mere shadow of the hope he once carried.

The messenger was broken, but worse than that… he was forgotten.

Noah sat in the abyss, the cold expanse of the afterlife stretching endlessly before him. Around him, creatures that defied all logic—beings that shouldn't have existed—roamed as if this was an ordinary day. For them, it was. In this place, where life and death blurred into insignificance, the impossible had long become mundane.

He lifted a drink—if that’s what it could even be called—and took a slow, deliberate sip. The taste, bitter and empty, matched the hollowness in his chest. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the empty cup aside, the sound of it vanishing into the void as though it had never existed at all.

Noah ran a hand through his hair, brushing it away from his face. He looked up, his gaze sharp and unfocused, piercing through the very fabric of this realm. Beyond the border, far in the world of the living, he still walked. The Embodiment of Destruction. The one Noah had been chasing for eons.

"Hey, you."

A voice broke through the heavy silence. Noah glanced over his shoulder. One of the guards of this forsaken place—a grotesque creature, barely recognizable as something once human—was approaching him slowly, its jagged form scraping against the ground.

"Are you a soul? You’re not supposed to be here."

Noah didn’t answer. He didn’t care. His eyes were already back on the horizon, lost in thought, fixed on the world he is trying to return to. His face, now youthful again—restored to the vigor of his thirties—bore the scars of countless failures. He had failed again. Again.

Why? Why was he still doing this? It was a question that gnawed at him, one he couldn’t shake. The mission—his mission—had been etched into his soul for as long as he could remember. Nineteen million years, an eternity of trying, failing, and repeating.