“The power that these humans create is like... to me, it’s like the process of creating something from nothing. Even what existed was constantly changing. Making clones was easy but creating something new was a whole other matter. What was I missing? Nakun, can you answer me?”

“…”

Siluone’s voice was getting more and more anxious and trembling. Her murmur seemed as though it could break out at any time into laughter or weeping. Nakun bit his lips. Nervous? Was a dragon feeling nervous?

“You would know, right? If you don’t know, you’ll have to explain why you don't. Why did you lead me and invite me to come to this world of suffering, overflowing with conflict and longing? Tell me your answer. Am I evolving? Or degenerating? Should I trust you? Do I still have to follow your orders?”

Nakun increasingly narrowed his eyes. Signals of danger ran through your mind. The magic dragon was starting to resemble a human. Her emotions were fluctuating uncontrollably.

He needed to strike a balance. His instinct as the Creator’s objective judge was driving Nakun into a state of extreme tension.

“Well…”

“Tell me. What did you not tell me?”

“What do you want to know?”

“When you called Satan, and when you awakened the other Fallen through her… When you brought the fragments of the Creator’s creations into you… What did you ...