Deep blue.
Dazzling.
The shadow spoke the secret Ye Qiyan had kept buried deep in his heart, never mentioning it to anyone.
[Ascension]
He was a true god, yet Ye Qiyan sensed no divinity in this fellow at all. Even the title he had been wearing all along fell silent, showing no response whatsoever.
He seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary human, an ordinary human with only a mouth, representing the concept of [Death].
The shadow was strong.
Possibly stronger than any being he had encountered before.
Perhaps only Train Conductors on the level of Shaya or Mr. Order could match him? Or perhaps... even they could not?
Ye Qiyan did not know. After all, he did not know just how powerful people like Shaya and Mr. Order really were.
But he knew only one thing.
Death was nothing to fear.
The Astral Sacred Crest shone brilliantly.
Even before entering the Wasteland, he had never seemed to fear anything. That had never changed after he arrived in the Wasteland, either.
"Why don't you take a guess? Maybe you'll get it right."
A smile appeared on Ye Qiyan's face as he stroked Hunt's dragon horns. Inside the Planting Carriage, Trick Play was stirring.
A single command from him would activate its power.
"No. I told you, I cannot imagine things I have never seen, nor can I guess at things I do not understand."
The shadow grinned and turned toward the raven's two demons, frozen before the door.
"A Demon Card, Death Omen. A Devil Card Sequence possessing the concept of death, its power comes from the same source as mine, though it is still very weak."
"Human, I like you."
"Huh?"
Whoosh-!
Another soft ringing sound rang out.
Red Tears, whose attacks had been dodged all