The times had changed.
For a "divine fragment" that had separated from its original body during the Counter Tide Civilization era, then been sealed deep underground alongside an ancient energy constraint device, its era had changed a million years ago.
Yet it had never known any of this—an immobilizing confinement field, an incorrect sequence of time, incomplete information about the outside world, and a "stage" painstakingly woven by a family over two centuries had wrapped it up layer upon layer.
Until an hour ago, it had still believed this era was some period within the Counter Tide Civilization, and that the strange humans and their diverse nations in this world were mutated survivors left behind after the Counter Tide Empire had fallen apart.
"You awoke deep beneath Orandell, and all you saw was a group of Dark Cultists bustling around you. They were deranged and extreme, and after years of contact, they never found a way to communicate with you. They did not even realize what you truly were... Then, during the great explosion and collapse, you broke free from your restraints. In your severely weakened state, you urgently sought mortal minds to parasitize, and so you found my ancestors... You bided your time within a family's collective dream, constantly eroding them with your power, luring one family member after another into becoming your nourishment as you waited to recover your strength and return to the Divine Realm..."
Rosetta calmly watched the hollow eye floating before him, as though he felt none of the immense pressure it was exerting upon him. He spoke slowly, every word clear—
"You seem very confident in yourself, as though you are certain that the mortals you parasitize are powerless to resist and would not dare resist. But have you ever considered that my ancestor