"Besides, don't you know Tree Court's past inside and out?"
Looking at Cthulhu now, Anaxa said gravely:
"It seems you've even forgotten the memories branded into your soul."
"Use your head."
"Think about it. If all this happened in the realm of the dead, then they must be the forms that certain souls took in the past."
"The living could never set foot here. So who are they?"
"Especially Calypso, whom we mentioned just now. Why did she have the same face as you, Cthulhu, when you don't remember any of them?"
"I think the answer is obvious."
"You mean this is a cycle of reincarnation? Calypso was Cthulhu in a past life?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly." Anaxa's face lit up.
"Those fallen heroes were the Titans before they became gods."
"The gods weren't master creators born from nothing. They were once no different from humans, and evolved from them."
"Oh..." Cthulhu stared, dumbfounded.
Those few sentences from Anaxa were enough to strip the Titans of all their mystique.
"What? Does that answer disappoint you?" Anaxa asked.
"Of course. You've told me nothing!" Cthulhu insisted.
"If I was once a child of man, then where did you children of man come from?"
In other words, if Cthulhu and the others hadn't truly been the creators, who had created the humans of the present world?
"..." Watching Cthulhu, Yan Huan began to form a theory.
Castorice pressed him too:
"And even if that's true, it still doesn't tell us where Senatos is. How are we supposed to find it?"
"Heh. I knew you two would say that." Anaxa looked at them helplessly.
"But I know how to convince you."
"Now, let this Supreme God before us explain it all."
"?" Yan Huan pointed at himself. "Me? Are you sure?"