After Sentrie tried to think of a reason why he had ended up in this realm of emptiness, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a voice. It was calm and composed, yet carried a sense of analysis and observation.
That voice belonged to Lensin, who said:
"I think it's the same for all of us — we can't remember anything." He placed a hand on his chin, as if deep in analysis, and continued, "But whoever has the power to imprison beings like The Creator, God of Hope, and King of Monsters surely isn't ordinary. Or… did one of you come here by choice?"
Lensin glanced toward The Creator, as if subtly asking for an explanation. Sentrie, too, was curious about why The Creator was there — a being of his level shouldn't be so easily captured. Both Lensin and Sentrie turned their gazes toward The Creator, full of doubt.
Eventually, The Creator spoke. "The reason I'm here is because…" He paused, looking at the two of them, subtly conveying his purpose. Lensin understood immediately, but Sentrie did not. The Creator went on:
"It's because of you two. The disappearance of the King of Monsters and the God of Hope has caused serious consequences, especially among the monster race whose king has vanished—"
But then another voice interrupted The Creator. It was Lensin, filled with disbelief, followed by mocking laughter.
"That's impossible. A race as powerful as The Creators, who only observe and create, would help us? There's no way your kind would come to our aid. Besides, I'm not the King of Monsters anymore. I've been in hiding for a long time, and my disappearance is a mystery — even the new King after me never said anything about it… isn't that right?"
He laughed mockingly. Then another voice followed — it was Sentrie. He spoke softly, but everyone could hear him clearly.
"I am the God of Hope. Throughout time, roles change and shift. I can guarantee that my disappearance wasn't significant enough for a whole race to start looking for me."
The Creator looked at them and sighed before saying,
"I didn't come here because my race wanted it. I came because I wanted to."
Hearing that, both Lensin and Sentrie showed signs of caution. One of them asked hesitantly,
"Then… why are you trying to find us and help us?"
Sentrie asked first, his expression growing more guarded. Lensin thought to himself,
A being of his status helping us? There must be a larger plan at play — and it could be dangerous for us.
True help — without expecting anything in return — was impossible.
The Creator looked straight through Lensin and clapped his hands lightly.
"Very good," he said, then looked at both of them.
"I want you two to follow me… and do what I ask of you."
He said it without the slightest hint of hesitation.