"Second incarnate." The creature was able to speak better now. Its voice was hoarse and was deep, a few octaves lower than a cello bass. Ephraim tightened his grip around his sword.
"You must never exist in this world."
Ephraim stared at the creature, and then took the courage to ask.
"Why?"
The creature looked down at Ephraim with its enormous eye.
"Because the first incarnate, Wahid's incarnate, already exists to cleanse this world." The creature answered. "You, the second incarnate, would only mean that everything will be imitated again in this realm."
"What do you mean?"
The creature glowered down to Ephraim vigilantly, but Ephraim felt it wasn't thinking of attacking him yet.
