"Ah, I will."
Moran didn't say anything more.
The gorgeous tal bracelet was gone from his hand.
Full moon transford the bracelet, which was her main body, into ether and reconstructed it. Her current female form is like this.
Usually, Full moon likes to turn into a bracelet.
This is simply because she can get closer to Moran.
Now that Moran needs to set an anchor, she unswervingly chooses to stay in place and wait for her master to return.
"...I'll be back soon."
Moran left a short sentence.
Afterwards, he cut through the space and broke the barrier between reality and imaginary numbers under Full moon's gaze.
Stepping out, he stepped into the bottomless abyss.
[In a deep sea of dark chaos]
[Only nothingness exists here]
[Everything is regarded as information not needed by reality, so things that are discarded and abandoned here]
[Cannot see the bottom, and there is no bottom]
[It's like an endless hole that is always falling]
[As long as the planet still has a future, and there are still things to be discarded, then this pit will continue to receive]
[It is a deep space that cannot be seen to the end]
[However, there is breathing here, there is life]
[As a junkyard on the reverse side of the planet used to pile up discarded things, there should be no living things here]
[But, there is life here]
[She is extrely unique in this void space, and her existence alone is enough to change the surrounding environnt]
[Therefore, this imaginary space without boundaries and limits is constantly fighting against the chaotic waves that change the environnt]
[Unfortunately, this is a void space]
[From the beginning, it was designated as a dumping ground for discarded planetary matter; it could not possibly be a place to nurture life.]
[No mother would want to give birth to offspring here.]
"I once nurtured all living things..."
The mother's murmur echoed in the Sea of Void.
Day after day, year after year.
It is unknown how many millennia she spent alone here, nor how deeply that loneliness and betrayal wounded her.
"...and was once loved by all living things."
The words seed to evoke an image.
Without sight, without consciousness, an incredibly vivid image erged from the mind.
—Surrounded by innocent children in warm light, she conveyed the warmth of love and felt attachnt.
Feeling warmth and joy in this mont.
Her overflowing thoughts were a desire to embrace everyone.
Anyone who saw this scene would show a gentle smile; motherhood is the most powerful weapon in this world.
And that is why this seems so tragic.
She clearly had other unforgettable monts, but for so reason, only this image surfaced.
As if it were a snapshot imprinted in her mory.
Just seeing this one image, her eyes unconsciously welled up with tears.
As if witnessing that weeping plea, that weeping vow, one couldn't help but cry.
This was a profound experience that could be deeply empathized with.
"But, my children used as a stepping stone and left , saying they no longer needed a mother.
I wanted to love them forever, wanted to always be by their side... Was my love wrong?"
Warm images mixed with pain.
Tearful starlight eyes, like precious gems, welled up with tears; even now, she still could not forget the pain.
The children who had originally conveyed love and warmth to her.
Now, they wielded axes and arrows against her.
When the mother's very existence beca a burden, the children chose to abandon her in the darkness.
Her body was used in the creation of the world, leaving her covered in wounds.
Her mories were rejected, leaving her with cold pain.
Filling her chest was not only incomprehension and confusion but also excessive emotions that were not originally there—hatred, loathing, sorrow.
After completely falling into darkness.
All she felt was loneliness and solitude.
The only thing that allowed her to maintain herself was the mory of her longing for and hatred of her children.
The maternal womb abandoned after creation.
Used as soil for nurturing life.
But once the Earth's environnt stabilized and the ecosystem was established, it was exiled to the Imaginary Number Space as a useless object.
This is the truth about the Primordial Mother, Tiamat.
"Haaah...!"
As if waking from a dream.
Suddenly rising, Moran pushed aside the chaotic sea of mud that engulfed him.
This sea was not an eye-pleasing azure blue but a reddish-black color like congealed blood.
This kind of sludge covered his entire body.
Adhering to Moran like an ugly scar, it looked incredibly bizarre.
"Where am I...?"
Moran covered his face with one hand.
Even his mories felt blurred; he only rembered stepping into the Imaginary Number Space.
After that, it was like a blackout.
"This is... the Sea of Chaos...? Could it be... because of the coordinates I set...?"
Moran's thoughts were extrely disordered.
Even trying to sort them out was impossible; the clearest thing in his mind was the image he had just seen.
As if transmitted by this sea of mud.
In this Imaginary Number Space where there was originally nothing, the most sincere emotions of a mother.
"Wait... this Sea of Life..."
Moran's heart trembled slightly.
He looked at the viscous black mud covering his body, only now realizing the dangerous situation he was in.
[The Sea of Life is Tiamat's authority]
[It can randomly add skills such as self-modification, ecological change, ecological fusion, and individual proliferation to those imprisoned in the black mud and subrged in the sea.]
[This is a contract at the cellular level... that is, a base contract, automatically making the target an enemy of humanity.]
[This black mud is forbidden to living things.]
[It is sothing that must not be touched.]
[Although you are not without ways to deal with it, you did not expect to step directly into it.]
"...Am I okay?"
Moran realized that he was still himself.
He had not been modified by this Sea of Life in any way.
His mories, appearance, abilities, and physical characteristics were all unchanged.
Only his body was covered in a pile of mud.
It was truly a strange thing.
"But, if I have to say there's a change..."
Moran still thought of sothing.
The image he saw during the blackout, that was undoubtedly the influence of this Sea of Chaos.
That lant and sorrow were too profound.
As if being there himself, personally experiencing everything Tiamat had experienced, he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.
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