Deep within the Flower Room.
The being named Imu was like an innocent child, holding a watering can in one hand and gently catching a fluttering blue butterfly with the other.
The Five Elders prostrated themselves on the green grass. "Interesting. Is he... mending the fence?" The butterfly on Imu's hand tilted its head and gently groomed its proboscis, then danced away into the air.
"I see."
Saint Nusjuro summoned his courage and raised his head:
"My lord, if Boer's actions are not stopped..."
"Will they affect my plan?" Imu interrupted him.
Saint Nusjuro froze.
"Those lands he created..." He weighed his words. "They may affect our... plan to... submerge the entire world."
He dared not put it too plainly, but Imu understood, of course.
"Genesis"-that was the final purge, the ultimate means of resetting the world. If Boer kept creating land everywhere and throwing sea levels into chaos, how would the sea flood everything when the time came?
Imu fell silent for a moment.
Then, Imu smiled.
"Submerge the entire world..."
Imu repeated those words.
"You think all I want is to drown the world?"
The Five Elders dared not respond.
"What I want is a 'purge.'"
"To cleanse away everything that should not exist."
"Land, seawater-they are merely tools."
"My lord... what do you mean?" Saint Nusjuro asked cautiously.
Imu did not answer directly.
"Let him be."
The Five Elders exchanged glances.
"But my lord, if he continues like this-"
"What will happen?" Imu interrupted him.
Saint Nusjuro opened his mouth, only to find he had no answer.
Indeed, what would happen?
Boer would create more land, allow more people to survive, and give those impoverished commoners homes-
And then what?
What effect would that have on Imu's "ultimate plan"?
He did not know.
"You need not understand."