Garion stared at the black orb in his hands, his brows slowly knitting together.
"…Wait," he said. "If my God Gym was built using something you're calling a [Demonic Origin]…"
He lifted his head slightly.
"Then how the hell are we still okay?"
He didn't sound panicked, but there was real confusion in his voice.
Atlas answered calmly.
[Alright. Let me explain.]
[For now, remember just one thing.]
[This Origin is actually better suited for you and your disciples.]
Garion tilted his head.
"…Better?"
[Yes.]
He looked down at the orb again.
It felt heavy in his hands, not physically, but in a way that made his skin feel alert.
[Although it resembles a Demonic Origin, it is not one.]
Garion's eyes narrowed.
"…Then what is it?"
There was a short pause.
[It is a [Chaos Origin].]
Garion froze.
"…Chaos Origin?"
He repeated the name slowly, like testing how it sounded.
The words echoed in his head as he stared at the black orb.
"…What's the difference?" Garion asked.
