"Its remnants are still active across various eras... always seeking revival whenever the eras change."
"It does not belong to any era, it is a peril through the ages... its true form remains unknown, what one sees are only large chunks of vacuous paleness."
"Threatening me is useless, I can't control my own transformations; its remnants are extremely active, this is an abnormal revival, and this is all I understand about it..."
The Twisted Region was whispering, like murmuring in a dream, narrating information obtained from some terrifying existence.
"If you could help me...?"
"Wait, who are you?"
The whispers of the Twisted Region stopped, it seemed to detect the power of the visitor, and all the regional spaces started fluctuating violently, emitting a profound question.
The Purgatory God was also puzzled, manifesting a "?" in flames.
"A novel record, it mentions the word 'God'?"
"...Lost technology? Why would I think of that?"
