Male was quiet for a long moment.
His pale face remained calm, but his dark eyes narrowed slightly as he stared ahead toward the distant dark castle.
"The Father…" he finally murmured, his voice low and rough, laced with an undertone of something darker.
As mentioned before, he was something like a Transmigrator—meant to be Ash's counterpart to some extent—which also meant he was well-versed in tales, novels, and the like.
So, when he came across the 'myths' of the Mother and the Father, he didn't dismiss them as simple stories.
After all, it's often the faintest mortal whispers that carry the closest truths.
"I believe he's real..... If the Mother is the source of all Existence… then he is the opposite."
And to him it made perfect sense, because how could there be an existence without nonexistence?
He paused, then added with a faint, bitter edge.
"But I don't trust whispers solely. If he truly exists, I want to see him for myself. Not stories. Not rumors. Him."
