In the end.
After pondering it for quite a while.
As a thrill-seeker with some reservations, Lucifer ultimately did not make a decision outright.
Whether or not to do something huge.
To stir things up and court a death unprecedented since time immemorial!
He merely left the Crimson Dimension with a face full of contemplation.
Presumably.
That dangerous yet interesting question would be enough to occupy his thoughts for a long time.
After Orsaga, standing amid the palace ruins, gave it some thought.
A brand-new palace automatically covered the ruins of the original one.
Making everything look as glorious as it had before being destroyed in battle.
A seat formed of lava also appeared beneath Orsaga, allowing him to casually overlook everything happening within the scorching crimson sea below—the scene of countless races endlessly multiplying and fighting.
Under the power of time.
The time flow speed within it was constantly accelerating...
Who knew how much time passed.
A flat, oval portal, shining with an eerie fluorescent green glow like some bizarre vortex, appeared behind Orsaga.
From within it.
A figure who appeared somewhat short and young, clad in a casual suit, calmly walked out.
He was an exceedingly ordinary-looking boy.
At the very least, none of his facial features stood out in any way.
The most striking thing was his gaze. It was exceptionally calm, without the slightest ripple and with little emotion, like an old man who had seen all the storms life had to offer. It gave him a maturity utterly contrary to his youthful appearance.
Only upon seeing Orsaga seated upon the throne with his back to him did a trace of reverence appear on his face.
He voluntarily lowered his head and greeted him:
"Your Majesty, greetings."
Orsaga, who had been watching the scene inside the