"My lord, we found it."
The halfling riding the enormous strange fish bowed his head respectfully to Twelve Eyes.
Twelve Eyes sat upon his divine throne, his eyes fixed on the great hall on the ground as it gradually grew more solid.
"How many years has it been? At last, this day has come. Can I finally return to my Divine Kingdom, return to my world, and see my people again?"
His voice brimmed with excitement, joy, and a faint sadness.
Twelve Eyes had been born an aberration.
He had no race of beings just like himself.
As the descendant of a weak Magical Beast, he had given everything and spent countless years earning the right to become a God.
Yet it was only through a war that he learned he was merely a monster with Divinity and nothing more.
He did not want to be a monster. He was a God, a God who protected his people.
On the battlefield, he had desperately concealed himself, all so he could return to his Divine Kingdom afterward.
But...
Twelve Eyes recalled the scene that day.
That being at the true pinnacle, that true God, had casually thrown him into this world.
After leaving only the command to "erase the traces" and granting him the ability to create those Divine Eye Monsters, that God had disappeared.
It was also on that day, when he discovered that his abilities perfectly suited those Divine Eye Monsters and that he was almost of the same race as them, that he finally realized he was merely something that had been created...
He refused to accept it. He had a home of his own and things he wanted to protect.
For countless years, he had searched desperately for those traces.
He had found the Treasury, but a