"I am here, working under the Demon Lords, for a simple reason," Edgar said, his voice losing its crazy edge, replaced by a heavy, sullen resignation.
"I am a refugee. I cannot leave this multiverse. If the Void Master, King Zero, were to sense my presence… my entire family, my parents who saved me, would pay the ultimate price for their defiance."
Sunny sat on his throne, absorbing the torrent of cosmic lore. He nodded slowly. His mind buzzed with a thousand new questions.
Who created the Void Master? Was there a reality beyond the reality of the Void Beasts? Was it like an onion but with infinite layers.
But he forced those thoughts aside. A cold realization dampened his curiosity. 'What is the point of pondering the ocean when I am not even the strongest fish in my own little aquarium?'
"Still," Sunny asked, leaning forward, his chin resting on his hand. "Why work under Deimos? You are a Royal Void Beast. A higher being. Why not make him work under you?"
