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Edward stood on the cliff and looked down. The depths below seemed bottomless, as though they led straight to the planet's core. Bored out of his mind, he counted Amon's footsteps behind him, casually fashioning a charm and tossing it in as he counted.
The charm representing "spiritual decay" dropped straight down without raising so much as a splash from the Chaos Sea. Only after a long while could he sense the True Creator's status through the mystical connection established by the Uniqueness-"read, no reply."
It felt like feeding a fish, a half-dead fish at that, which only opened its mouth to eat without even blowing a bubble.
He really was a little curious about God Almighty's memories, about just how much a Pillar nearly as old as the universe had seen. But he was only a little curious. God Almighty's hobby would strip every world he Grazed of its possibilities, gathering everything into himself alone. Edward could guess what God Almighty's memories contained. Looking at too many of them would probably raise his blood pressure.
The Monarch of Decay's fondness and aversion toward God Almighty both went only so far, and both were purely instinctive. To most gods, the universe consisted of "me, and gods other than me," with no other social relationships. Some sought outstanding dependent races, like the Mother Goddess of Depravity and the Son of Chaos, though the latter would establish nations and lay down laws, constantly expanding his territory until he met a tough opponent. Others were like Edward himself, merely wandering and observing, constantly drawn to one world after another according to their symbolism. So long as he kept moving, he would always find something interesting. When he grew bored, he would find somewhere to stay, admire the changing nebulae for a while,