The shock of the situation was definitely long-lasting.
As the minutes passed, Iris' barrage of questions beca fiercer and fiercer.
She was adamant in finding out just why the benefactor of their sect made such an unorthodox decision.
She couldn't ask Damien, because from his reaction, even he had no idea what was going on.
So she could only try her best to get a single word out of the stubborn Primal Sovereign who'd transford himself into a man.
Contrary to her confusion, the situation was being explained in full to Damien through ntal transmission.
The reason was simple.
It was a matter of the Void.
"The Void is an entity surpassing anything we, as primordial beings, can comprehend, despite our status. Therefore, it has always been a subject of controversy among our race."
"So, like the youngling you t, crave it for themselves, so abhor it and deny its existence, while so others worship it as their ancestor."
"I am part of the last category. I have always sought the Void for myself, but not out of a place of desire, but one of faith. I wish to beco closer to the Great Ancestor, and following you is the only path I've found to do so in my aeons of existence."
It was a reason not too complicated yet entirely justified.
Damien also chased the Void with everything he had. The reason he ca to et the 2nd Primal Sovereign in the first place; wasn't it the exact sa?
The only difference was their motivation.
Damien entertained conversation with the beast to try and understand him better. The two of them practically forgot about Iris' presence as they went in-depth on what they knew about their common goal.
'I can't understand the emotional complexity of a being as old as the universe, so I can't understand the foundation of his faith. But…I can only feel sincerity from him.'
Damien considered himself quite good at judging people, and the 2nd Primal Sovereign gave him the feeling of a reliable ally.
'But because he's following the Void instead of , he won't listen to orders absolutely. Is this sothing like gaining a Demigod protector…? Is there any use in that?'
The restrictions on Divinities in the lower universe, likely the rule it directed most of its energy towards, practically dispersed all the fighting power a Demigod could possess.
Unless they were battling soone of their sa caliber or attacking the environnt itself, their interference usually happened either from the back lines or through an Avatar.
'I won't attract trouble from a Demigod outside the bounds of what I can deal with myself unless I have another Demigod by my side. It's actually worse for to keep him close right now.'
If he wanted to move freely, he needed to get rid of this new subordinate!
"I'm sure you understand my reasoning," Damien said through transmission, explaining his thoughts to the man.
"Help the universe first, and co to when it's ti to explore the Abyss. I don't think you want to abandon your wife's influence either, right?"
"Hmm…"
The Primal Sovereign took a mont to consider it with a frown.
"When are you planning to leave?" He asked.
"I have a fated battle of sorts in the near future. Once that's over, we'll set out imdiately."
The Primal Sovereign's eyes narrowed, but he nodded in understanding.
"Very well, then we will do as such."
"Good, now you should probably deal with her before she kills us."
"Must I?"
"That's your descendant, after all."
"Haa…"
Damien smirked and turned away.
"I'll head out now. I have so people I want to see," he said out loud.
"Do you think you can leave so easily?!"
Iris' frustrated voice bood in his ears.
Damien winced slightly and glanced at her with a wry expression.
"Figure that out with him. Don't worry, he's willing to talk now."
Iris turned her eyes to the Primal Sovereign, who nodded sowhat unwillingly.
"Your won are not in the Severed World right now. I will send you to them," he sighed.
Damien grinned.
"Then, I'll accept your help."
"You are a cruel man."
"Haha, I am who I am."
The Primal Sovereign shook his head and put his hand out, calling forth the mana of the world.
As Damien felt himself leaving the realm, he suddenly rembered sothing crucial.
"Ah, what's your na?"
It was difficult to just keep calling him 2nd Primal Sovereign, after all.
The Primal Sovereign who fell in love with a human, a unique existence among his kind.
Perhaps he was the only one who had sothing like a na.
His eyes widened.
"My na…?"
It was sothing he'd forgotten a long ti ago. Back then, when she died, he died with her.
The na that carried the vestiges of their love, the na she gave him…
…was it finally ti to revive its spark?
He looked up with a warm smile.
'Change is indeed inevitable.'
"You may call Orion," he said.
"Orion…Luminus."
Damien's lips curved up.
"Alright then, Orion. I look forward to our next eting."
"As do I."
Damien glanced at Iris with a smile and gave her a little wave goodbye, just in ti for the spatial fluctuations to sweep him away.
What else happened in the dream world…
…well, for the first ti in countless years, Orion Luminus was going to experience the nagging of a furious woman…
…and from the mouth of his own descendant, at that!
***
Damien was transported directly to the hidden dinsion Rose and the rest were transferred when he first t the Pegasus.
'This guy….I guess he was serious about studying Universal Law.'
Just how many pocket dinsions did he develop into independent worlds in his research?
Damien was almost jealous of his body for holding such unique properties that even he couldn't replicate.
'And…'
Damien sent his awareness into the world, and it didn't take long to find the girls.
They weren't together, but all of them were working hard.
In fact, they were so absorbed in their training that they didn't even realize his presence!
'Haha, everyone's motivated, huh?' Damien thought to himself with a smile.
'Then…shall I also get to work?'
In his spiritual world was a stream of weak-looking mana, the sa stream Orion showed him near the beginning of their conversation.
'The first step to the plan, "Fuck It, We Ball": becoming strong enough to confidently say, "Fuck it, we ball."'
He sat down and took a ditative posture, prodding the mana in his mind.
'The second I open it, I'm going to lose track of reality.' He thought to himself.
'I really hope I wake up in ti.'
He smiled wryly and stopped wasting ti.
His mana completely fused with the thread, turning it into a part of him.
And his mind almost shattered from the amount of information that rapidly attached itself to his mory.
Everything went black.
A small black dot ford in Damien's spiritual world.
It was the start of sothing massive, sothing never seen before, sothing indescribable.
Everyone subrged themselves in thoughts of improvent and left no room for anything else.
They tortured themselves, broke themselves, and put themselves back together, uncaring of the pain they went through in the process.
In this way, another week passed.
It had been almost a month since they entered the Severed World.
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