A Formidable Foe at the Gates

He placed his palm over Zhao Bai's face and gently swept it across. Ancient memories surged forth from the depths like a mad dragon breaking free of its restraints.

Burn.

Feather of Dust glimmered with hazy light and began its work.

The chaotic killing intent, the urge to kill the blond man before him, was completely suppressed by Zhao Bai's unblemished state of mind, unable to stir up much of a wave.

"No way, right?" He even had the mood to joke. "I couldn't even manage this tiny bit of emotional control before?"

A Great Enemy Before Us

The door opened.

Zhao Bai felt himself connecting to a restless will. Amid the vast sea of stars in deep space, a thread descended and bound him tightly. It was somewhat like the connection between a Herrscher and the Honkai will, though undoubtedly weakened many times over.

"I pulled you, on the verge of death, into this world. I gave you power, like a parent who remade you...

"I only assigned you one thing, one simple task..."

"But why?!"

The voice was extremely familiar.

So familiar that Otto was somewhat taken aback, as though he had not expected things to develop this way.

Void Archive's appearance varied from person to person, showing entirely different forms in different people's eyes. Though it had yet to reveal itself, Otto knew that voice all too well; he heard it every time it spoke.

Wasn't that himself?!

So, in Zhao Bai's mind, Otto and Void Archive were the same kind of person. Even their appearances were completely identical. It was clear just how deep Zhao Bai's prejudice ran.

"Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain. That won't do."

Otto muttered to himself.

Zhao Bai could not be bothered with him. He stared into the void ahead,