Deep in the universe.
Stars stretched like grains of sand, vast and boundless.
The magnificent Palace forged from stars floated silently in the void, unchanged through the ages.
Inside the great hall.
Two figures still sat upright on the two enormous seats placed side by side at the very top.
On the left, the God of Ōtsutsuki rested with his eyes closed, naturally radiating an aura that towered above all living beings. On the right, the black-haired youth in white robes known as "Deva Path" slowly opened his closed eyes.
A flicker of something unusual crossed his eyes. His gaze pierced the Palace and the endless starry sky, turning toward a certain direction.
There was nothing there.
Only eternal darkness and starlight.
But Deva Path stared in that direction for a long time.
"Hm?"
Beside him, the God of Ōtsutsuki sensed something and glanced at Deva Path.
In the eyes of this companion, who had always been as still as an ancient well, there was actually the faintest ripple.
"Deva Path?"
Deva Path did not respond.
He continued looking in that direction, his gaze unruffled, but his brow moved almost imperceptibly.
A new memory had suddenly appeared among his memories, along with a blurry figure whose face he could not make out.
This wasn't normal!
Deva Path remained silent for a long time before slowly withdrawing his gaze.
"I'm going out for a walk."
He spoke in an even voice, as though mentioning something utterly trivial.
The God of Ōtsutsuki froze. "A walk?"
He looked at Deva Path, a trace of confusion flashing through his eyes. "Don't you only go out once every ten thousand years? Your last outing was seven thousand years ago. There are still three thousand years until the next one."
Deva Path stood up.
His movements