The Mother's voice remained calm yet carried an ancient weight.
"Tell me more, my child."
The Watcher continued, detailing everything he had witnessed at the Grand Ball, the erased Champions, the destroyed organisms, and the strange power the Ineffable Pantheon wielded.
The presence around him grew slightly heavier as he spoke, as if the Mother herself was listening with full attention.
When he was finished, the Mother let out a soft giggle, a sound like delicate bells chiming through the boundless, unknowable space.
"He's had quite the journey so far, hasn't he?" she remarked, her voice warm and affectionate, as though speaking of a mischievous child she hadn't thought about in ages.
"My little troublemaker… always finding new ways to surprise me."
She lingered for a moment, her tone shifting to something almost teasing.
"Everything will carry on as usual, my child." And as she spoke, the space around the Watcher began to twist and distort.
