Scaramouche's unrestrained, theatrically grandiose laughter echoed through every corner of the workshop. As he looked at Lumine lying on the ground, his eyes were filled with disdain.
"I can make countless mistakes, but you can only make one. That is the vast gulf between me and ants like you!
Our clash hardly qualifies as a battle. It is nothing more than a one-sided thrashing, but you gave me a chance to stretch my limbs. I am very satisfied.
Traveler, although you have thwarted me many times, you once peered into my divine consciousness and learned of my past. That makes you worthy of becoming my second follower.
If you become my follower, I will even consider forgiving your grave irreverence just now. Having only just ascended to godhood, I need the worship of followers. This signifies my true advance toward divine authority, and your reverence will forge my glory. Well? Am I not extraordinarily merciful?"
Lumine struggled to her feet, the hostility and disdain in her eyes unchanged. This displeased Scaramouche immensely, but just then, he noticed something amiss.
He had put his full strength into that last blow, smashing such a huge crater into the ground. Yet despite suffering such severe trauma, Lumine did not have a single mark on her, nor was there even a drop of blood. What was going on?
Crack!
Just then, Scaramouche suddenly heard something shatter beside his ear. Then, as though a chain reaction had begun, the entire space broke apart.
Scaramouche's vision briefly blurred. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back at the very instant he had first met them. Even the bridge he had smashed at the beginning was now completely intact.
Scaramouche said, "Dream powers? When exactly did it begin?"
Scaramouche immediately recalled the moment Nahida had