"You did not simply write this world into existence along with them. You lived it. You built the foundations of this reality together, soul by soul, rule by rule. But when the creation became flawed, your partner wanted to erase the mistake. He wanted to delete the script."
Julian's head began to spin. What was it saying? That he was a creator? He, who was a simple teacher before falling into this world, had been a creator? In this fantasy world?
"I understand that you cannot understand it, but it is the truth, and why the fallen god wants you to be a spectator. Because you had been the one to ruin his plans and reduce him to the status of a fallen god, a demon. He still seeks revenge against you. He wants the world to burn, and you will be there to watch the ambers."
Julian placed his hand on his head. Nothing made sense. None of it. He could believe all sorts of things, but this…? How was he to simply believe it?
The light could hear the doubtful gears turning in his head.
