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In a small dark-lit room sat a being of great power.
Able to create life and destroy it with a few waves of his fingers.
Yes, the very same one that appeared in chapter 51.
With all the cool descriptions used then still.
One that had created the world.
One that would maintain it.
One that would see it to its completion.
At least that was his goal.
A goal self-imposed.
A task worthy of his commitment.
In his eyes at least.
For once, he stood in front of his creation tool.
Knowing exactly what he wanted to convey.
However, not knowing the best way to.
For his current emotions were a complex mess.
He had a lot he wanted to tell the devourers.
That is how he jokingly called them.
For they were similar to the old him.
He could relate to them.
No matter how busy he became.
He would remember himself being just like them.
They would revel in his creation.
Come back to share the happiness and the misfortunes.
Whether laughing or crying, they would be there.
