[Nothing comes from nothingness, host. Nothing. Fear not the world you stand in now cannot strip those powers from you.. Since these aren't from here. No one can. But understand clearly: your strength, too, is borrowed. Controlled, yes, but not born of your own self.]
Razeal sat still, eyes closed, letting the words sink into him. A long silence stretched between him and the voice in his head, only the whisper of waves filling the space.
Finally, his lips parted slightly. I see… he murmured in thought. So that is the difference. That's what makes me different from others, haaa…
He leaned back slightly in his chair, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. Yet even as clarity formed, another question pressed against his mind, sharp and insistent.
What about gods then? he asked, his tone almost testing. Do they come under this law as well? Are they not supposed to be supreme? All-powerful? Beyond mortals?
The system did not hesitate.
[Yes. They, too, fall under the same law.]
