Amidst the forest, two powerful beings were staring at each other: The Creator and the King of Dragons. The dragon looked surprised by The Creator's answer.
"What? You said you're The Creator?"
The dragon stared fiercely, unconvinced.
"Impossible... Then show me that you are The Creator."
As the dragon opened its mouth to devour The Creator, it prepared to use its sharp fangs to tear The Creator apart.
"Why... And why would you want to know? My presence here isn't harming you, is it?"
The dragon froze. Its fangs were not far from The Creator's body. The dragon began to back away from The Creator. It understood the meaning. There was no need for a fight.
"If you understand, then I will be leaving now."
The dragon merely watched The Creator's form depart without registering anything. The primordial creature was intelligent enough not to create danger for itself.
After The Creator's form faded away, the dragon muttered to itself and then fell asleep.
Along the path The Creator walked in the forest, he seemed unconcerned and in no rush. He walked leisurely, sometimes pausing to pay attention to nature and observe it.
Until he came across a woman, around 18-19 years old, with long black hair and gray eyes, wearing a servant's dress, who was running away from something.
The woman saw The Creator and showed a look of fear. She ran away from him, but she couldn't escape. The Creator suddenly appeared in front of her.
"Ow!"
Her scream came as she bumped into The Creator's body. She fell and looked up at The Creator. She was at a loss for what to do.
"Who are you?"
After she spoke, a phrase came to mind: "Before asking someone's name, you must state your own first." Realizing this, she spoke with fear:
"My name is Serin. I used to be a servant in the manor of the kingdom's ruler."
After she finished speaking, she trembled with fear because the face was only a surface, without eyes, mouth, or nose, and he wore strange, unfamiliar clothing. And a laugh echoed in her ears—a voice that sounded terrifying and repulsive.
"I am a special kind of person. I know you are running from something. I suggest you go to your left, and you will be safe."
After The Creator finished speaking, he faded into the air, leaving Serin sitting there. Once she regained her composure, she quickly ran to the left, as The Creator had instructed.
The Creator watched her from the air, seeing her run, and then stopped following her, continuing along the available path. He spent more than several days walking. Along the way, he encountered several groups of people.
A group with an orange-haired leader. A group with a small, pink-haired woman who seemed to be looking for someone and appeared to be hiding from someone as well. But The Creator paid no attention and continued walking.
Three or four days passed. Rain was falling. A long, blue-haired figure in a kimono, without a face, held an umbrella. That was The Creator. He had explored all over this world, but still hadn't found the people he was looking for, namely Lensin and Sentrie. But he wasn't too concerned until he came across an old man.
The old man looked starving. The Creator smiled slightly and asked softly,
"Are you hungry?"
Though the old man was suspicious, he paid it no mind. He gave a short nod, his body trembling with fear.
He pointed toward a quite large manor. He whispered close to the man's ear. The Creator's words could not be refused, so the old man walked slowly toward the manor.
And he disappeared. During his journey, The Creator encountered a person he was familiar with: a woman with long black hair and gray eyes, around 19-20 years old, who seemed to be searching for something. That person was Serin.
He walked toward her slowly while she was unaware. The Creator touched her shoulder. The icy feeling startled her. She turned around and found the face she could easily recognize.
"You are the one who guided me to a safe place."
Though she was still afraid, there was gratitude in her voice. The Creator nodded slightly before asking,
"And do you require more assistance now?"
Serin seemed hesitant to tell him out of deference. The situation was silent for a moment, but she knew she couldn't hide her secret from him.
"I cannot accept your assistance."
Serin spoke softly. A mouth appeared on the faceless face and slowly laughed.
"Tell me, I am a saint who enjoys helping others."
She sighed inwardly.
"My sister and brother are currently in prison. I require help to get them out. I can now act as a guard in the prison."
The Creator looked surprised and interested.
"Is that so? Go about 500 meters this way, then enter the cave. You will find someone who can help you."
He pointed to the right, toward a dark forest. Serin looked unsure of The Creator's words, but her body moved on its own, walking into the forest.