Even Ronan found his own words a little awkward, so he quickly rephrased them. "In ancient times, people often said that star constellations were deities. You could put it that way, too. Almost all of them had an origin. They were simply shattered in this Fog Maze, then wore one another down until they ended up in this sorry state."
"Deities?" Apolon studied Ronan seriously, unsure whether he was joking.
He had once borne the title of "Black Christ" and was a habitual blasphemer, so he had his own understanding of the subject. Yet, putting Ronan's remarks together, he kept feeling that they contained something conventional concepts could not encompass.
Ronan gazed at the Starry Sky, his explanation growing increasingly concrete. "The construction of Battlefield Spacetime inevitably created a high-energy environment unlike anything seen here for many years. Under its coverage and catalytic influence, many long-extinct rule-based powers stubbornly came back to life."
Anyone who had listened to Ronan's livestreamed experiment aboard the freighter some time ago would know what he meant by concepts such as a "high-energy environment."
Snake Language and Apolon both understood without difficulty.
"Some experienced nothing more than a final flare of life, which instead exhausted their last scraps of power and left them utterly extinguished;
"Some are still struggling on the brink of death, but have no future to speak of;
"Others, however, can restart, clinging to the outskirts of Battlefield Spacetime in an attempt to obtain more energy or repair their damaged, incomplete rules... That's roughly what these 'stars' are doing now."
After a brief pause, Ronan smiled again. "And some simply crash straight into us, instinctively trying to usurp the nest. That more or less describes the endless stream of invaders Battlefield Spacetime has seen lately. Of course, we've also been actively clearing