Eh?
After being stared at for so long, Alice suddenly lost the sensation of being watched, and a strong sense of discomfort arose within her. She turned around and looked at the Sanctuary's door. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly raised her leg, seriously considering whether she should try kicking it.
...Would she get beaten up?
How strange. Why had He suddenly stopped looking at her...?
Alice stood gloomily at the entrance to the Sanctuary, thinking about how to draw the True Creator's gaze back without angering Him.
Inside the Sanctuary, after Alice left, Ouroboros returned to the corridor filled with murals. After a brief silence, He passed through the mural He had just left behind and appeared in a hall covered in countless murals.
A dark red long table stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by ornate high-backed chairs.
Ouroboros walked over and sat in the chair that should have belonged to Him. Then, scarlet flames lit up one after another atop the stone pillars standing around the hall without supporting the dome, illuminating the surroundings brilliantly.
Whispers gradually sounded, growing louder bit by bit. Around the dark red long table, blurry, illusory figures abruptly rose and took seats in different high-backed chairs. There were eleven of them in total.
After all the figures had gathered, the two vacant high-backed chairs at the head of the table formed images. The left one outlined a black-winged figure in a black robe, while the right outlined a female figure seemingly shrouded in mist.
Immediately afterward, a voice from the past sounded:
"...We are saving ourselves, and also maintaining the balance of this world...
"Division and betrayal are undoubtedly the most fundamental order...
"...This is also His idea..."
"...It cannot be denied that we all have our own