THE Living Emotive said such terrifying words.
THE Living Elemental looked at her with icy and flaming eyes simultaneously.
But he did not respond.
Because what could he say?
This entire time, the calm figure of THE Primordial Chaos looked between the two of them as if he was watching children bickering.
"THE Youngest killed that tiny Absolute..."
His voice came measured and thoughtful.
"Before they grasped Absolute themselves."
He paused.
"But when it comes to whether he has the capability to collapse any Absolutes similar to the little Weavers..."
His shifting features settled into something resembling certainty.
"He is not there yet."
...!
These words were heavy!
THE Living Emotive instantly turned toward THE Primordial Chaos.
Her body slid up behind him, arms wrapping around his massive form in an embrace that should have been impossible given their size difference. She whispered in his ear with the intimacy of a conspirator sharing secrets.
