Revy Gray's alter ego spoke, her voice full of doubt. "What are your and Aria's powers?"
The fallen god's smile turned sinister, his eyes shining. "Ah, we are time gods chosen by time parasites. My second power can teleport anywhere in this world, but " His eyes wandered for a moment. "But his second power is... different. I never found out what it was."
Revy Gray's alter ego leaned back in the car, stroked her chin, and said excitedly, "So you went back in time to beat me at gambling?"
Lier's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Ah, you're catching on, aren't you? But let me clarify," he said with a mysterious smile, "I didn't just 'go back in time'. Time is a game to me. I can bend it to my will, but it's not as simple as playing a trick on you, young Revy. The parasite's power is not just about moving through time; it's about understanding it, controlling it. It's a dance with destiny, a waltz through moments."
Revy Gray said with a disappointed expression: "You are truly a fallen god, gambling with your divine power, it is unacceptable."
Lier chuckled, not offended by the remark. "Ah, but isn't that the nature of gods? To indulge in the whims of fate? Besides, the title is more of a burden than a privilege. You'll understand when you reach my age, young one," he said, his eyes twinkling with a knowing glint.
Revy's alter ego ignored what he said and said, "There's no need to embellish your words, you're a shameless old man who polluted your sacred powers with gambling."
Lier chuckled, his laughter a warm contrast to the cold desert night. "Ah, but the gods are not as noble as they would like you to believe," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "The parasites are the real gods here, they give us strength. After all, I'm a banished old man and I might need money."