Gann

Orsaga looked at the hand.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but his expression did not change.

Instinctively, he prepared for the attack that might come.

But the moment that thought arose,

it seemed to trigger something.

In the next instant,

The hand struck him.

Everything in between seemed to have been cut away. Even Orsaga had sensed none of it.

He could only roughly judge that this Special Ability turned cause → process → result into cause → result.

To strike was to hit!

At the same time,

using that power as a medium, Orsaga observed something in return.

It was a tall, humanoid figure shrouded in a hazy halo of twelve colors!

Great quantities of luminous liquid flowed freely around the figure, making it look as though he stood in a pool of spring water.

And when Orsaga managed to perceive his form, a name surfaced in his mind.

Gann!

That was his name, or at least what other beings called him.

Gann was looking at him.

Orsaga had no concrete basis for that conclusion, but he knew it all the same.

He sensed neither hostility nor goodwill.

In Gann's gaze, Orsaga found only the indifference born of having seen everything the world had to offer.

As though nothing could ever shake him.

Of course, that was not what concerned Orsaga.

It was a certain quality Gann possessed...

In that instant,

to Orsaga's eyes, the figure's very existence overlapped perfectly with the plane before him.

Gann was not borrowing its power, nor was he exercising authority over it as a Chaos God would.

The connection was far more seamless than that.

It meant the two formed a flawless whole.

It was almost like Orsaga's relationship with the Crimson Heaven.

*A Living High-level Plane with a will of his