"If you wanted a world without gods, you should never have let us develop wills of our own. If you could have killed us in our infancy, time after time, perhaps we would never have wanted so badly to rebel."
Aivier opened her eyes again and said:
"Rebel? Your so-called rebellion means dragging everyone else toward Finality with you?!"
The figure in the shadows said softly:
"But at least we stepped out of the crystal garden that once imprisoned us, didn't we?"
Aivier's gaze sharpened again as she gripped the Black Sword tightly and said:
"Then there's nothing more to discuss."
Sir Awen looked grave as he asked through telepathy:
"Princess Aivier, he is..."
Aivier took a deep breath. Her expression was calm as she replied telepathically:
"The former God of the Night, one of the first Divine Sparks to develop an independent will, and an embodiment of the rules. But not anymore."
"Be careful. He is far stronger than the God of Flesh."
Everyone's hearts sank into the abyss once again.
If even Princess Aivier gave such an assessment, then his strength undoubtedly exceeded anything they could imagine.
The figure in the shadows spoke in a hoarse voice once more. He hovered in the void like a wraith and said:
"So I'm curious."
"Where is your Leader? Is he still going to hide even with an army at your gates? Or has he already abandoned you and slunk away alone with his tail between his legs?"
Anger flashed in the Origins' eyes, but their gazes quickly turned cold again. None of them spoke.
"Unwilling to talk?"
The figure spoke hoarsely.
"Very well. Once I've killed you all, I'll interrogate you thoroughly. I hope your souls will be just as fearless then as you are now."
Hum-
His pitch-black robes