"I am Togae, the creator of Purgatory," the entity introduced himself, holding his ever-present smile.
"Creator…?" He huffed out, still holding his chest.
He watched as the colossal being adjusted himself on his skyscraper-sized throne, leaning his chin atop his sable knuckles.
"That's right. Purgatory is the world I've created: my recreation of Gaia—though I've taken a few liberties of my own."
"A few…? This place is hell!" He yelled out.
Facing the one who was indirectly responsible for the suffering he endured, he felt an indistinct anger that quickly dwindled the previous, freezing fear he experienced.
Togae simply chuckled low, "A hell you've surmounted, Ren Nakamaura. There is no victory without trial."
As he stood there, a question arose in his mind that he had to speak. Even in the face of the all-powerful creator, the question boiled inside of him with an infuriating curiosity.
"Why was Belmon here?"
