The Boss's bloated, endlessly expanding true form was the root, stretching without end into the depths of the cave, connecting to the boundaries of darkness while erasing their outlines.
The Circus Tent had been built because of the Boss.
The Circus Tent's movement was the Boss's movement. Its storage, concealment, and performances were all expressions of the Boss's will.
That was why even an existence as powerful as Mr. Rabbit acted so respectfully before the Boss.
Even Clown Art, who had dared to cause trouble in the Cancer Palace and was utterly mad and malicious, instinctively restrained himself whenever he spoke of the Boss, behaving like an obedient, well-behaved child.
After realizing the Boss's true nature and the problem with the Circus Tent, William also noticed something else—something only he could notice now.
"Boss, you are... an abyss!"
"That's right. The death of the Evil Sun's Eldest Son brought the concept and plague of death into the world. It also formed the first extremely dark region of the Old World not shrouded by the Evil Sun, as well as an abyss known as the Original Grave.
"When I was still young, I happened to witness the birth of death and darkness from close range. I was deeply fascinated and resolved to pursue the ultimate darkness for the rest of my life.
"Although I revered that eldest son—especially his determination to pursue what he desired and go against his father—I also had my own ideas. The darkness I pursued was not death, but fear.
"I succeeded. I succeeded at an exceedingly brutal cost. If the Original Grave was counted as the Source Plague Zone rather than an abyss, then I was the 'First Abyss,' and also the only living abyss capable of moving freely."
"The First Abyss! And it was formed