Within the spirit realm, chaos permeated everything. Disorderly shrieks and roars, whispers chanted since ancient times, echoed again and again through boundless time and space.
[The Amoeba has survived until now. Our judgment was wrong...]
[It is still not enough. Destruction has not ended. The Amoeba surviving until now proves nothing...]
The Lord of the Abyss of Fear murmured displeasedly. Nightmares blanketed and suppressed everything. Countless spirit-realm creatures wailed in terror, and even chaos seemed to suffocate.
[The Amoeba is not qualified to fill the vacancy left by the Radiance civilization... They are too foolish...]
The Nameless Contemplation responded in agreement with the Lord of the Abyss of Fear. Waves of ripples spread outward, pulsing with an enigmatic rhythm.
The rhythm spread into a patch of nothingness, collided with an opposing rhythm, and erupted in a violent explosion. The one who indulged in endless pleasure, holding a different opinion, chanted that ancient melody.
[Foolishness does not equal weakness. From my perspective, they have great potential and are highly likely to reach the level of us creators...]
[Agreed... The Amoeba is undergoing sublimation. Hardship will wash away the dross of their civilization... They are the successors we have awaited through the long years... the ones who will fill the vacancy left by Radiance...]
[We should make preparations... The vessel has already been nurtured... The successor will become the material for resurrecting 'Radiance'...]
[You are too hasty. We can discuss it after they withstand the coming destruction...]
Amid the endless chaos, the beings countless races called 'gods' discussed a plan whose beginning had been lost to the passage of time.
Likewise, deeper within the spirit realm, in the void known as the Fourth Domain, streams of information were exchanged back and forth.
All of the information concerned the successors. Analytical data obtained