God King.
At that title, Feather Pen felt wave after wave of breathlessness and palpitations. She looked at this ancient being who looked exactly like Lynn. In truth, she still knew pitifully little about him. In a sense, she was not even sure why he had really brought her along.
All she knew from scattered remarks was that his existence might be far older than this world.
And that might date back countless epochs, generation after generation.
He might even have been...
A terrifying being from the same era as the Chaotic Colors overhead.
The title God King was not unfamiliar to her. Before she had fallen into Hell, the concept of a "God King" had existed in their Shattered World, though it had mostly appeared only in ancient texts. At least in the era she had lived in, the God King had become a concept so obscure that even they could barely glimpse it.
But what exactly was he...
The boy's expression did not change. In his eyes, as still as an ancient well, the old man's reflection rested silently.
He spoke, his voice as flat as ever.
"Time has already proven him wrong. He prolonged this rotten dream for countless more years, but that merely postponed the coming of the end. Ultimately, it still changed nothing."
"The moment He opens His eyes, everything will begin again."
"And the problems he is experiencing now have already proven that his choice back then was wrong. He should have handed all of this over to me, rather than struggling in vain."
He finished speaking.
The dark water remained still and undisturbed.
The old man opened his ancient, clouded eyes and looked at his former master.
"But none of us want to die, Your Majesty the God King."
"Even I, who once