Oblivion was dumbfounded.
If he had known this would happen, he never would have talked so big.
Now he had lost face completely.
Ren was only human.
Yet he had actually withstood Oblivion's attack head-on.
It made no sense!
He was one of the mightiest of the Five Cosmic Entities!
How could this have happened?
If the others heard about it,
how would he ever live it down?
A bad feeling rose in Oblivion's heart.
His authority was slipping away!
Oblivion stared hard at Ren. Neither of them spoke.
A long time passed.
At last, Oblivion managed to force out a question.
"Mortal."
"How did you do that?"
"I used the Power of Oblivion!"
Disbelief was written all over Oblivion's face.
How could a mere mortal withstand the Power of Oblivion?
It was terrifying energy capable of erasing an entire starfield!
What kind of spell could possibly do that?
Oblivion was like a child who understood nothing, burning with curiosity about Ren.
But
Ren had no intention of answering him.
"Oblivion, why don't you tell me how your power works first?"
"In your dreams."
"That's how I make my living."
The words flew out of Oblivion's mouth.
It was far more than that.
Strictly speaking,
he was the embodiment of that power.
The very word "oblivion" had given him his present form.
He was more like a word that had developed a consciousness of its own.
That power was his true self.
If he told Ren everything, wouldn't he be finished?
"So you do understand."
Ren shot him an exasperated look.
How did this guy have the nerve to ask?
Who went around revealing the trump card that kept him alive?
Did he have a death wish?
Oblivion was left speechless by Ren's retort.
This man
was infuriating!
Clearly,
Ren