Beneath the spirit world's canopy, half pitch-black and half pure white.
The original master of this region of the spirit world—the Child of Dawnbreak—wished he could curl himself into a ball and avoid being caught up in the clash between the two Age Controllers.
Though He had once been a child of Dawnbreak, after failing to be born into the mortal world, He had changed pathways and was no longer the Child of Dawnbreak.
He was now a divine aberration! Or rather... the Child of Misfortune!
Mother of Night against Dawnbreak!
Fallen Corona against the Lord of Corpse Collection!
Two Age Controllers against two Age Controllers—the outcome should originally have remained undecided for a very long time.
The battles of such beings often transcended the limits of Chronology.
But this time was different!
Mother of Night had been stabbed in the back by the Sun King's Spear. Surely, the victor between Her and Dawnbreak would soon be decided.
When that time came, the two Age Controllers might even descend upon the pyramid's summit and personally bestow their blessing upon the God of Suffering.
At least... that was what the God of Suffering himself thought.
Step by step, enduring pain as though he were being hacked apart by a thousand blades, he reached the top of the pyramid. By then, the Crimson within him had completely transformed into Yao.
Atop the flat summit of the pyramid stood two obsidian chairs, placed side by side.
Upon them were inscribed hymns and emblems praising Dawnbreak and Fallen Corona respectively.
The God of Suffering raised his head and saw that the pitch-black night sky still occupied half the heavens. His expression grew slightly grave, but he did not hesitate. He raised the broken Sun King's Spear high.
This pyramid was already filled with the