The Emperor's eyes flashed with a trace of embarrassment, but in the end, he nodded frankly. "I was indeed impatient. I was even afraid. Even now, I don't know how I was brought back... I was so close. I already had the high ground."
Feifei felt that if the Emperor's spirit form had once truly been a god who regarded all things as straw dogs, and could even place himself on the sacrificial altar, then now he was merely playing the part.
"What exactly did you do?"
Emperor Ilesel, of course, received no answer. No one present was obliged to answer him.
He continued to look around. His golden dragon eyes were filled with a chaotic will held in check, with an instinctive ferocity gathering within them.
He seemed more like a maddened wild leviathan now, but the Emperor's reason was holding it all back.
"I just felt some kind of biological field energy that shook space. I tried to force this intent out, but I couldn't do it anymore. Some will seemed to have anchored the space I was in. But when I tried to counter it, my mind felt as if it had fallen into a dense web. This isn't psychic energy. At least, it isn't any known psychic-energy principle."
Genuine confusion surfaced once more in those dragon eyes, their fury still held in check. Perhaps that made him seem more like an ordinary person, and a little more rational.
He repeated the question in a low voice. "This isn't scientific! How... exactly did you do it? How could the barrier between the Warp and reality be so easily breached? That was clearly my domain, my little world."
Feifei and Brunhilde remained silent. Yani was the one who finally spoke. "We weren't manipulating space, but a greater law