A gentle breeze swept through Dorian's hair, making the soft strands around his neck flutter lightly. The fragile sprouts around him seemed to lean closer, whispering secrets only they could hear.
Dorian gazed at the figure above and spoke softly, "Another fragment... I wonder how many of your fragments are still drifting in this universe."
"Enough to make you flee to another world again, my little god," the Outer God mocked.
Hearing that, Dorian lowered his eyes, his voice calm and quiet. "I was simply too weak."
Then, raising his head again to face the Outer God high above, he said softly, "But I'm still here. So don't you dare threaten my little friends."
