"Heh, the ants of the Myriad Races are nothing but mediocre rabble. What meaning is there in something like love? Does it matter whether one is male or female? To True Spirits, it is merely an appearance of the flesh. Your Myriad Races have suffered defeat after defeat, and it is precisely here that you have failed." The Great True Spirit looked at me with contempt, probably thinking I was nothing special after all.
Looking utterly oblivious, I said, "If we have suffered defeat after defeat, then why were the Child Spirits sealed within the various Child Spirit Thrones, becoming places where the Star Holders draw nourishment?"
"Heh, you misunderstand. Whether it is the Child Spirits or you ants of the Myriad Races, their victories and defeats hold no meaning whatsoever to this True One. Besides, do you really think the victory you imagine was won by your Myriad Races? Is it possible that the victors had already become shells for the Child Spirits? That you only appeared to have won? And could the Child Spirits sealed in those Child Spirit Thrones you speak of be prisoners who had lost their qualifications to take the higher seats?" The Great True Spirit sitting upon the throne waved a hand dismissively, finding my words even more distasteful.
Though my expression remained calm, a tremor stirred in my heart. Come to think of it, these Child Spirits truly were sly to the bone.
If what this fellow said was true, then the Myriad Races really were nothing more than tools under the Child Spirits' rule. Who knew whose hands the resources they gathered would ultimately fall into?
In any case, the Child Spirits stood at the top of the food chain.
"What? Did you think of something? Feeling lingering fear now?" The Great