After hearing the bad news from the Devout, Murphy's mind, tempered by countless trials, showed no discontent. It was as tough as nerve endings that had already gone necrotic.
When he learned the bad news, the Scarlet Lord didn't even manage the slightest polite flicker of emotion, as if he'd already foreseen this terrible outcome.
Actually, on closer thought, there was nothing wrong with the Creator putting a door to the outside world aboard his flagship.
It was an important object, after all, and had to be treated with care. Leaving it in the hands of his most trusted Iron Daughters to guard after he left was also a perfectly sensible choice. But the Creator hadn't anticipated that the Darkless Sea's counterattack would lead to his daughters being captured and corrupted. The Shame of the Daughter's fatal collision during that final battle had left the Omega stranded in the tides of the Darkless Sea.
The door used for "visiting family" had been left behind in the most dangerous region of the cosmos for more than a thousand years.
But on the other hand, perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing.
Given how things had changed in the material world over the past thousand years, if the Creator had really left that door under the Eden District's system, something much worse would likely have happened by now.
This absurd Creator had even appointed the remnants of his former enemies as councilors of the Eden District. That alone was enough to make Murphy complain that the man really had been blind for a long time.
"You said just now that the Creator's flagship hasn't been corrupted beyond an acceptable level?"
Murphy was focused on something else. He asked in confusion:
"According to the Sentinel Legion's annals, it's been stranded deep in the