Lin Chuan had spoken that last sentence in English. Amon had not understood it, but the delight and mockery in his tone needed no translation.
The White-Eyed Crow picked up the Monocle in his beak with a look of utter resignation, moved it to the center of the table, then opened his mouth and said:
"What game?"
What could Amon possibly do?
(Spread wings.)
Amon could do absolutely nothing.
Even the True Creator had bloody well sided with that Outer Deity. Never mind a mere Sequence 4 avatar-even his true body would have been helpless here.
He sighed.
Since things had come to this, and he had yet to die, he might as well keep talking.
Still...
Amon recalled the True Creator's pure emotions, untainted by madness, and everything this Outer Deity had done since their meeting. His intuition told him there might be an even more outrageous reason behind all this.
Lin Chuan casually reached into the void, summoned a Historical Projection of sweet iced tea, and drank it in one gulp.
Seeing that Amon had finally left his "just kill me" state behind, he nodded in satisfaction and answered:
"You may not know this, but part of my sefirah is still trapped in the Western Continent sealed by the Celestial Worthy. I'm incomplete myself, so I only count as half a Great Old One."
"So, when you ask me what game, there's only one answer."
"A game..." The corners of Lin Chuan's mouth slowly rose. "About advancing to become the 'Lord of the Mysteries.'"
The Lord of the Mysteries!
Amon vaguely understood this Outer Deity's intentions.
The "Half-Fool" Antigonus had lost control and gone mad, while "Mr. Door" Bethel Abraham had been corrupted by the Mother Goddess. Of the three pathways, he alone, on the Error Pathway, had