I silently sat on my throne with the feeling of defeat burning deep in my soul.
The situation I was in was nothing but a cave of despair. I was in a body which wasn't mine, living a life that didn't belong to me with no information about why.
'Why am I in his body?' I thought, rubbing my cold face with my warm hands. '...Why would I be stuck in this world?'
My understanding of the situation was limited, but it wasn't low. Through the powers that I had inherited, I could feel tiny cracks in the world's reality.
If I had to guess, because of Amun-Ra's decision to become an Outer God, he deliberately broke his own reality.
By doing so, his powers, which were bound to the upper limit of this world, could break through.
'...It's like breaking a box so the thing inside it has more space to grow.'
But by doing so, Amun-Ra also got the attention of other forces that were outside of reality.
