Or perhaps—
Elio, did you really possess such terrifying power?
To actually clash with Taichi and create such sparks...
Elio... were you really going to cover the sky with one hand?
His heart churned like stormy seas, endless and surging without rest.
He had no idea that Elio was currently so close to being a nonexistent person that there was practically no record of him. All he felt was an icy chill spreading through his heart.
Even as he trembled in fear at Elio's terror, the youthful god across from him did not stop speaking.
"This is my help to you. Of course, it comes at a price."
"By your rules, it is an equivalent exchange. Please give the dice I handed you to the Human you believe is best at playing games."
"Mm, they must be a pure-blooded Human."
After saying that, the fellow quietly dispersed from Sunday's sight like morning mist, leaving no trace behind.
His arrival had been a mystery, and his departure a dream. The words he left behind were vague and unclear, like clouds of smoke muttering to themselves.
If this fellow's corresponding social position was that of a manager, then things would visibly be terrible.
Sunday stared at the dice in his hand and that strange fragment of stone. It seemed to be a treasure that could ensure he met Elio without triggering Taichi's awakening.
Then, he fell into hesitation.
—Judging from the current situation, Elio's level of strength seemed far beyond the "Envoy of the End" he knew.
He...
Did he really have to fight him to the bitter end?
He could not help but feel as though he stood on one side of a set of scales.
—If he lost the fight, he would definitely lose the blessing. But if he stepped