Adam sat cross-legged on the bed his feet touching the cold stone floor.
His mind still reeling from the vision that had flooded his senses moments ago.
The scorched halls, the demonic invasion, Minerva's fierce stand, and Lazilly's desperate flight albeit force...it all felt too real, too vivid to be a mere possibility.
His heart thudded in his chest, the faint pulse of his connection to his unborn child still tingling in his core.
Echidna's words however echoed in his mind, her explanation of the Monster Lords' true nature sinking in like a stone in deep water.
The Monster Lords weren't just powerful beings.
They were local concepts, living embodiments of the Monster World's very fabric, woven into its existence as fundamental functions.
Time, Space, Force, Mind, Fantasy, Fertility are all examples of this, as such, each Lord was a pillar, a force that shaped reality itself.
