"There is no need for us to go through this." Enigma spoke as he saw the flames sorounding the noval burning figure explode out like a supernova.
Of course he was ignored. And there was nothing he could do about it. Which he did not even both trying. He already knew that struggling, with words, was futile.
These beings were bent on attacking him.
It was a scheme, and he was a pawn. As for how he felt about that... nothing, really. He didn't mind that, especially if he, himself knew who the pawns truly were.
As for his position? 'I am the Master of Fate. And of Destiny. I am beyond the chess board itself. I am... the chess player.' He thought to himself.
"I have always heard much about the past Era before ours. About the time period where there were practically only Gods and Deities. An Era Transcendent of this one." The noval burning God said out of the blue.
