"Well, well, this is quite the development that we have here." The Faceless God wafted twenty meters away from the three mortals in front of him. "I guess I underestimate the three of you by unfathomable margins. Truly, a delightful sight to see."
"And I'm sure that you won't be backing down without a fight, huh?" Nagan uttered, as his wound started to heal completely.
"Why of course! It would be a great shame if I raise a white flag here out of all time, now are we? And truthfully, the more the merrier. We might as well make the moon clapped with joy and astonishment at this point." The Faceless God then gestured to the moon with his chin. "That bastard is layered, but like all geo-rock, there exists a 'core' where the new vessel of Crawling Chaos can be appointed. It's also coincidentally the point of spacetime that connects with the location of the accursed cube.
