And the man floating before him was called The Observer.
The Observer studied me with an amused expression, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly. Then he spoke, his tone sharp but playful.
"You're here to own it. Did I hear that right?"
"Yes!" I answered firmly, my voice steady and unwavering.
For a moment, silence filled the space. Then, out of nowhere, the Observer burst into laughter, the sound echoing around us like a thunderclap in the vast emptiness.
"PFFFFFTTTTFFFF!" he snorted, holding his stomach as his laughter sent him spinning mid-air. "Oh, this is priceless! The funniest thing I've heard in eons!"
As his laughter died down, he straightened his posture, dusting off his white hat with a theatrical cough. His tone shifted, becoming serious.
"The Great Arcanist Moroni crafted many copies of Celestial Guidance and scattered them across the world. You're not the only one with access to this knowledge. So, tell me, what makes you think you deserve to own it?"
