Pioneering acts were like bridges, linking every corner of the universe that should have been lonely and helpless, yet they also allowed disasters to spread like rampant cancer.
The light of Erudition exhausted every possibility in the universe, freezing each one into immutable truths.
The net of Order suppressed disasters, but it also silenced the universe, stripping it of its original voice and vitality.
Was it really a good idea to let such a true god return?
A second set of thoughts faintly stirred within him.
Should he follow his adoptive father's teachings, or yield to that outrageously rebellious idea?
For now, he had yet to make a decision.
But one could imagine that, as time went on, he would eventually have to make a choice.
Because—
"Perhaps we should hold the Grand Ceremony of Harmony ahead of schedule."
The Hidden Night Thrush on the coat rack issued an order to his adopted son.
The ritual...
Was about to begin.
While the remnants of Order began to move, in another area—
That was, within the World within the painting at Russell's waist, an event was also being held.
"Miss Eden, your singing technique is indeed exceptional, but isn't it perhaps a little too profound, to the point that only a select few can appreciate it?"
"Focusing on vocal technique is certainly a good thing, but I believe conveying emotion and interacting with the audience are equally indispensable."
"Miss Sakura... I understand your love for death metal, but if you want more people to experience that passion of yours, you may need to restrain it a little."
"Perhaps you could try some transitional pieces, serving as a bridge between the music you love and listeners who have yet to get into it."
"Lord Russell... You are the soul