That thought haunted me—and scared me in a way I didn't expect. What if it's someone I know? What if it's someone close to me? But I couldn't allow myself to be paralyzed by shadows I hadn't met yet. One truth remained clear: Even if the original Creator stood beside me now… he wasn't the same one from back then. He would have to be a friend. Not a foe.
"No, that's not possible." Suddenly, the aura of the phantom rose, and she merged into the demon on her knees. "We do not accept this reality. For all that we suffered, this is unfair. Why does she have it all, when I lost everything?!" Their voices mixed, and the power of an Immortal Emperor—the kind of god who could destroy entire planets—rose even higher. I felt it suppress me, but the world also rebelled, supporting me even more. There had to be some reason why this world chose me instead of the person it had been supporting for all eternity.
