"Miss Fomalhaut!!"
Fomalhaut had exhausted all her strength to send us here, and along with the collapsing glacier, she fell to the bottom of the giant pit together with the completely crumbling Black Mud.
But we had no time to worry about her safety. If we didn't do something, Miluno and I would fall too!
Miluno clung to me like a koala. Since she was using Miss Barbara's body, she was quite light.
I summoned bubbles to negate gravity. Then, countless tangible rays of light extended from Miluno's back, flying toward the distant black rock pillar and wrapping tightly around it, halting our fall.
"All right."
Only after Miluno pulled us beside the rock pillar did I create a bubble staircase beneath our feet—one sturdy enough to stand on, spiraling upward along the black rock pillar toward the cage at the very top.
Below us lay the center of the Great Will's pit. The Black Mud there was not pure black; it faintly glowed as it churned like lava, looking utterly filthy.
Even this absurdly huge pillar had been created from Black Mud.
Holding Miluno's hand, I walked the last stretch toward the cage above.
"Ceruno, how are you feeling right now?" she asked, looking up.
"It feels rather ceremonial."
My answer apparently failed to satisfy Miluno, and she corrected me.
"I mean, we're about to pull that girl down from the Creator's throne, aren't we?"
I shook my head.
"I don't want to replace her, and you shouldn't think that way either. We only need a chance to correct her twisted, mistaken ideas... We can help her together. She's the god most suited to be the Creator. She's still a child, purer than either of us."
"A god who got stuck in a rut after a few failures?"
"Mi