In the ethereal realm of the supreme god, the voice materialized from the dark clouds, revealing only its lips to the one present. Erios, the Holy Sword, manifested beside the enigmatic figure, determined to plead for his master's release.
"I once again ask for your forgiveness for what I'm about to say, but I must. Please release my master!" Erios implored, his eyes locked on the mysterious figure.
But the figure, shrouded in shadows, responded with a voice that rumbled like thunder, filled with anger and a sense of superiority. "Erios, don't forget who you're addressing. I am your master, not her. I am the one who brought you into existence. I am the one who granted you life. Yet, here you are, calling someone else your master, a mere human. Do you not feel ashamed of your actions in service of a human?"
