The time merchant stood in a momentary silence, his demeanor reflective. He then turned toward Ivan, his expression now tinged with a glint of realization.
"Ah, I see. She's another False-god, just like the rest, you know? All of them mere impostors! Forever damned to a destiny that eludes true godhood, unlike what you've achieved," the time merchant conveyed with an air of bitter disdain.
"You know, I've observed countless devotees. They pray, they beseech, all driven by their needs. They're all the same. I never subscribed to the notion of prayer... Couldn't put my trust in God. After all, to me, you were a failure," the time merchant's voice dripped with anger.
"I am not a god," Ivan responded firmly.
"Oh, the bliss in ignorance. Your obliviousness irritates me, especially since all this was your creation... But you won't remain ignorant for long. Who sent you here seeking peace?" the time merchant inquired.
