"After all, the only reason you're even sitting on that throne is because the Hybrids don't want it.
They've chosen to leave this universe's affairs in our hands because they're busy with other things, not because you have any true claim to power.
They are higher-dimensional beings—Supreme entities who possess Power Cosmic. Your throne? Your titles? They mean nothing to them."
The silence that followed was deafening. Even the universe itself seemed to hold its breath, as though recognizing the truth in Malecor's words.
There was no denying the reality—Estea, and those aligned with it held the true power in the universe. And standing at the very top of Estea's hierarchy were the Hybrids, the same ones whose de facto leader chose who got to be a Main Entity and who didn't as he pleased.
Malecor crossed his arms, his energy stabilizing for a moment as he spoke one final time.
