The newborn god opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the boundless darkness of night, along with two Ancient Gods whose sense of "existence" surpassed even the night sky.
One was the master of this place, and the entire realm resonated with her. The other was attuned to the power of the Spirit World, with seven layers of phantom images unfolding within his divine sight.
In the God of Sleep's perception, two vast auras reached from heaven to earth. With only a casual lift of their hands, they could crush him into dust.
He felt a little nervous on instinct, and Hypnos unconsciously tightened his grip on a dark-purple flute. It was his accompanying Divine Artifact, formed from fragments of sleep and dreams, along with a small amount of chaos and music from the Spirit World.
The lullaby played on it could send even the gods into dreams. It could also drive all living beings insane in their sleep, allowing them to please the gods through slaughter.
"Hypnos pays his respects to Father God and Mother God."
His wariness lasted only an instant. In fact, if he had not been observing closely enough, even Ryan would not have noticed it. In the next moment, the newborn god revealed a humble and affectionate gaze.
As one who was "born knowing," Hypnos understood that the two gods before him were his "parents." Since they had created him, they naturally had not done so to harm him. Moreover, before these two terrifying beings, the God of Sleep did not think his vigilance held any meaning.
Rather than bare his "fangs," it was better to appear gentle and harmless.
"Father God? Heh heh. According to Khaos's traditions, I suppose that's true."
Watching the changes in Hypnos's expression, Ryan was startled at first,