Genie: What the Hell Is That?!
"Heh. Do you know who I am?"
Edwin smiled. Then he released the restraints on himself, revealing his full Primordial Spirit form.
"Hm?!"
The Genie froze and followed the invisible ripple rising from Edwin.
It was not height in the physical sense, but on the level of dimensions.
The material plane peeled away, becoming a collection of energy and abstract concepts.
This was a Great Old One's privilege: the ability to look down on the world from a higher plane.
Then the Genie went rigid.
Where Edwin had stood, there was now an indescribable, unspeakable colossus.
It had no boundary or shape. It stretched infinitely upward, with no end in sight.
It existed beyond every Sequence and every Great Old One—even beyond the physical laws of this universe.
"Aaaaaah!"
The next instant, the Genie let out a scream of terror.
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned to smoke and shrank back in a frenzy.
There was a muffled bang.
In a flash, the Genie was back inside the Brass Lamp.
Huh? What just happened?
Klein scratched his head, baffled.
Where had the swaggering Genie who had threatened to force a deal on them gone?
Why had he run off with his pants around his ankles?
Bernadette stared blankly, at a loss for words.
As the Brass Lamp's actual owner, she knew all too well how sinister it was.
So what on earth was someone who could scare that thing out of its wits?
Until now, she had thought Edwin was an unfathomably powerful man.
Now she was no longer sure.
Making a sealed artifact of that caliber retreat on its own went beyond any question of raw power.
"Seriously, man, how did you do that?"
Roselle braced both hands on the table and asked