The sky, once a vibrant tapestry woven with the threads of divine connection, now hung heavy and silent. The great doors, through which gods and mortals once conversed, had closed, sealing off the heavens forever, and a profound sadness settled upon the world like a shroud.
Sawerigading stood, his eyes hollow, staring at the empty sky. "I can no longer ask the gods for help," he murmured, his hands clenching. The loss of divine aid brought immense helplessness. "I feel this loss too, Sawerigading," La Galigo replied, his voice heavy. "Our meetings will never happen again, marking the end of divine interaction."
Elsewhere, We Tenriabeng wept uncontrollably. "What about Salindrung Langit? He is trapped here on Earth!" Her head shook with profound grief for his plight. Her husband, Rambang Rilangi, gently soothed her. "Be patient. This is Sang Datu Patoto'e's decree. We must accept this immutable fate." His calm words guided her towards resignation. "Yes, you are right," We Tenriabeng agreed, wiping her tears. "We must surrender and face this reality. Let the world unfold as it should, without interference."
In Ale Cina, Salindrung Langit felt profound regret. "I was once a god, but now I am merely human," he lamented to Mutia Toja. His wife offered a comforting smile. "We can still have our honeymoon in the kingdom of Pertiwi," Mutia suggested, her voice bright with unexpected optimism. It was a small beacon of hope. "But how can we go?" Salindrung asked, bewildered. They prayed by the river, a desperate whisper for a path to Pertiwi.
Suddenly, a crocodile emerged from the water. "The path to the kingdom of Pertiwi is closed," it declared, its ancient voice crushing their fragile hopes. "What is this? No path is open to us?" Salindrung cried out in anger. Mutia gently held his hand. "We must return and accept this destiny," she said softly. They returned to Ale Cina, finally resigned to their human existence. They would build a life within these new, limited boundaries, accepting their fate.
Meanwhile, Sawerigading sensed an ending approaching. "It is time for me to sail and explore the world," he murmured, his despair transforming into determined resolve. "Are you sure of this, Sawerigading?" La Galigo asked, his voice laced with worry. "Are you not afraid of the dangers on the open sea?" "I cannot be trapped on this land. Let my life be a final adventure," Sawerigading declared passionately. "Then I support you. May your journey bring blessings," La Galigo promised, respecting his choice.