Daniel and Zirham, the Prophet of the Religion of Eternity, sat facing each other. None of the prophet's features could be seen—his entire face was veiled in light.
Even so, Daniel's own face was expressionless. Or more accurately, it was because he had no idea what kind of expression he should have. He had no clue how he was supposed to react in this situation.
Among all the historical figures, he hadn't expected to find himself sitting in front of the prophet.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you." Zirham chuckled lightly.
"Ah, well… I guess it just feels strange to see you somewhere other than the tower." Daniel smiled faintly, shaking away his thoughts.
"Strange? Did you forget? I ascended to godhood. Naturally, I can see through countless times, places, and endless dimensions. Otherwise, how could you have become my successor?"
