Vivian rubbed her forehead, looking somewhat tired. After absorbing two stretches of memories that did not belong to her in succession, her mental state was far from good. The memories from the "evil spirit" were gradually filling in the gaps in her mind, allowing her to understand what had happened here and to herself ten thousand years ago—but they still could not answer all her questions.
"The exact causes and consequences still need to be discussed. The memories I obtained from that 'clone' began when she arrived on this planet ten thousand years ago." Vivian now referred to the "evil spirit" from before as a clone, which meant she had already understood the true nature of the evil-spirit phenomenon. "I saw her cross vast expanses of chaos and light before suddenly descending onto this planet. By then, this planet had already been flung from the Dream Plane into the gap between the Wall of Reality. Darkness shrouded the place, and the atmosphere was rapidly losing heat, so she exhausted all her strength to barely preserve the ecosystem here. The process is somewhat unclear, but it should correspond with the myths told by the locals."
Vivian sighed as she spoke, looking terribly troubled. "Explaining this process is really difficult. I don't even know whether I should use the first person or the third person. The one who initially descended onto this planet was neither me nor that clone, but a complete individual. Yet we soon split into two. I was flung to Earth through the first Purgatory Gate, while the 'other me' who remained on this planet became the Goddess worshiped by the locals. Over the course of a hundred years, she guided the Firstborn in building the layers of barriers you saw, and led the people in constructing Dorashir and