In the end.
Regarding matters at the level of an Abyss Prince,
Orsaga still did not explain much to Lady of Pain and the other four.
He merely gave them a brief explanation of the factors that had seeped into the current plane, letting them grasp the general situation.
After all, compared to the somewhat elusive Abyss Princes,
those things that could be found everywhere were what they ought to concern themselves with.
Besides, out of his innate malicious sense of humor,
Orsaga had no need to explain things in excessive detail.
Saying half and holding half back, leaving people baffled as they listened—that was the way he liked it.
Thus, several dozen minutes later,
he finished speaking with Lady of Pain and the others.
Then, following the riverbed of the Styx, churning with rushing currents, he resumed his aimless stroll.
His steps were exceedingly leisurely!
Neither the purplish-red river water that should have destroyed all things nor his recent conversation with Lady of Pain and the other four
had, quite clearly, affected him much at all.
That heartless, carefree air
remained as always.
To Orsaga,
although the Styx's assimilative nature meant that, within this riverbed, there was not even a single grain of sand or pebble to be seen apart from the river water, making the place seem somewhat too empty—or monotonous—
that endless purplish-red current itself represented part of this plane's established rules.
Whenever it rushed swiftly past his eyes,
Orsaga could feel an exceptionally distinct, peculiar beauty.
It felt as though he were witnessing the invisible rhythm of rules...
Sensory-wise, it was truly quite wonderful.
Mortals could never imagine such a feeling—the exhilaration of coming into close contact with truth!
And even a mere subspecies Styx River possessed such an effect.
Just how immense was the power