"Just shut up and watch. You're so noisy…" The Creator's annoyed voice crashes over me like a mountain. My lungs seize. Even at my realm, where breath is no longer necessary, it feels as though he strips that right from me. Just how powerful is he?
My eyes fall on the battlefield. The chaos is unsettling—blood flows everywhere, and this planet itself will not survive this war. The very crust splits open under their clash, bleeding magma like the veins of a dying world. Too many Immortal Emperors clash with their last, desperate breaths. The ground quakes, the sky splinters, and my commanders fight on without hesitation.
I cannot escape. I can only watch. Am I useless once again? My heart sinks.
"You're not useless. Believe in yourself, Gaon."
A faint voice whispers inside me. One I've never heard before.
Who!?
