This was a creature native to this world. Though they were still far away, its bearing and words confirmed their earlier judgment. It had been born in this Small World. To it, both the Otherworld Invaders and Wizards like them were otherworldly visitors-overbearing otherworldly visitors. And as a creature of this world, an intelligent one at that, it knew only endless sorrow. As it had repeated so many times, everything seemed meaningless.
Ruger raised an eyebrow and observed two breaths of silence for the creature. If it had not been intelligent, it probably would have suffered less.
Judging by the implications of its words, this newborn world was still struggling, and it had been entrusted with great hopes, like a Child of the World. This was not a world on the verge of destruction, but a peculiar, growing Small World doomed to a tragic fate. The world was striving to give it more, and that was precisely what had made it so special, granting it intelligence and the ability to lament. A mindless beast would naturally have none of these troubles, nor would it deny its own worth.
What would come next? Slaughter? Ruger wondered.
He understood what the creature meant, but he could not fathom what it intended to do by calling everyone here.
More and more Wizards came to a stop.
"Do you want these?" It turned its hand over and produced a cluster of fruit.
From where Ruger stood, he could roughly estimate its height. It was about as tall as Mahama, while the chair made from a twisted tree trunk was large enough that Mahama would have to enlarge himself to sit in it, and even then, there would be room to spare. Judging by the size of its palm, each fruit it had just produced