It felt as though I had been placed inside a moment before the universe itself had been properly formed, when everything existed only as possibility.
Then the space before me rippled. I immediately turned my attention toward it.
A figure gradually emerged from the distortion.
My eyes widened.
It was the old God. Except he was no longer the frail, ancient man I had encountered in the chamber.
The wrinkles were gone, his back was straight, and the white robes hanging from his body looked exactly like the ones I had seen on the mysterious figure within the murals. He appeared to be in his middle age, with long dark hair falling behind his shoulders and a powerful presence that felt completely different from the weakened aura I had sensed outside.
He looked at me calmly.
"This is the origin point of my path."
I slowly rose from my seated position.
"What is this place?"
The man glanced around as though he were looking at something familiar.
