"That was... the Source!"
Sulu's senses accurately caught the blue speck of light.
Beside him, the nameless Black Fog, Clement, was even more direct, its enormous body plunging back into the Black Sand River.
At that moment, Sulu sensed another [Creator].
Its form was exceedingly strange, constantly shifting between human, orc, elf, Great Dragon, and other forms. In its hand was a pale yellow twenty-sided die.
It gazed at the 'Source' within the Black Sand River and tossed the die in its hand.
Clatter, clatter.
The die tumbled through the air before settling on the number '16'.
The [Creator]'s aura abruptly erupted. Its lifeform transformed into a winged humanoid, which lunged at the 'Source' with astonishing speed.
"No!"
Clement let out an angry roar as countless tendrils formed from black fog.
But it still failed.
The winged figure seized the 'Source' first.
"Eo!"
Clement roared at the unfamiliar [Creator]. "It's mine!"
"Clement... you and I both know there's no point saying that."
A faint smile appeared on Eo's face.
But at that moment, its expression changed. It watched as the die in its hand flipped over by itself, changing to '3'.
The next instant, a figure blinked to its side and reached for the blue 'Source'.
Meanwhile, Eo transformed into an ordinary human, its aura dropping to the absolute minimum.
This allowed Sulu to snatch away the 'Source' with ease.
Blink!
He returned to the bank and narrowed his eyes at the [Creator], whose appearance constantly shifted. "The number on the die determines your form and strength?"
"Haha..." Clement returned to the shore and burst into laughter. "That's right, Sulu. You need to be careful around this one... its strength is highly unstable."
Of course Sulu knew that.
If the die consistently landed above '15', Eo would undoubtedly be among