[Hmm, so that's how it's done.]
Beyond the Era, the Blank God cast a gaze toward Deep Space. Compared to the real universe, this subsidiary plane tied to the Sixth Era was much easier to observe.
Especially after the two Angel Envoys under His favor had entered it.
Casually igniting a cosmic explosion, and then that band of lunatics charging toward the center of the blast as if they've gone completely mad—their desire to pass the flame is surging high. But for the Blank God, this was hard to evaluate.
Ah… if only those lives and worlds He'd once destroyed could've had such a strong "death drive," how wonderful that'd be.
In the matter of courting death, anything the beings of the Sixth Era concoct would leave non-Sixth-Era entities awestruck!
Especially the current massive theological reaction they've caused.
In the past, the Blank God dismissed such things with disdain.
Now, the Blank God yearned to analyze frame by frame.
