"Is our target a demon? If it is, maybe we can see whether Lucifer's name still carries any weight. I heard from the guys that the target of this trip seems to have countless ties to your uncle."
Getting Deadpool to shut up was impossible. As he walked along the road God had opened, he continued verbally harassing God.
"As far as I know, that theory is unlikely to be true." Since this was serious business, the girl answered. She reached out and patted her pleated skirt, and the Gray Mist clinging to its hem was dispersed by bright holy light. "It doesn't add up from the perspective of 'The Source.'"
"Alright, some guys in the Livestream are asking where exactly this place is. There aren't even any landmarks. They want to know."
Deadpool, wearing the expression of the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King, changed the subject. He was not interested in history anyway. Catering to the viewers was far more practical.
With viewers came gifts and popularity, and with those came survival.
"I don't know whether your so-called guys are higher-level consciousnesses, but if they are human, they'd better not be curious about this place." Elaine clasped her hands behind her back. The side of her that belonged to God emerged, and her tone turned solemn, though she still gave him an answer. "This is the Unlight Sea (Sunless Sea), also known as Shadow Land. This is the Source of All Evil."
As her words fell, the Gray Mist around them surged like ocean waves, as though expressing some objection, yet it feared God's majesty.
The mist curled around itself, and thick grayness filled the view in every direction. The road ahead could not be seen; they could only rely on the light emanating from the girl.
The Gray Mist submerged