"Without death, there is no life. Only with death can there be life."
"What you call eternity is not progress, but eternal slumber."
"Beast of Calamity, original sin born from humanity. The love you long to return to is precisely the foundation that rejects you."
Standing high to Tiamat's left, the black-robed figure who had planted a massive greatsword before him spoke in an aged voice, laden with sorrow, describing Tiamat's true nature.
"How truly tragic. The so-called Mother of Creation has fallen to such a state."
"You should have watched over all things in the world, showing benevolence through virtue and the merciful countenance of a revered compassionate one, yet here you are—"
"Swollen desires, swollen love. Your Saint Graph has long since become an aggregation of horrors, plunging even the world you seek to revive into trembling."
Standing high to Tiamat's right, the man carrying the Great Pi lowered his hands and sighed softly, seeming both sorrowful and wistful.
"Though a god fallen into the state of a Beast."
"She remains the primordial mother."
"Since that is so."
"Then we have no choice but to announce our names."
The two towering figures spoke in turns without the slightest pause, drawing every eye in the Underworld.
Buzz—
The man on the left was no longer clad in a black robe. At some point, he had donned a set of ferocious black heavy armor. A ghastly pale mask covered where his head should have been, and dim blue ghostfire flickered in his eyes. Yet it was not frightening—only calm and cold.
The man on the right had likewise changed his appearance. He looked like a warrior, yet wore splendid robes over a golden coat of soft armor, exuding dominance and majesty. The Great Pi on his back had been unsheathed,