And from behind the Veil, a figure emerged, sitting on that kind of throne.
It seemed to be... a Pharaoh?
Yes, a black Pharaoh, with a design that resembled the "Pharaoh/Unit Zero".
The black Pharaoh extended a hand toward Li Pan, murmuring softly as if to say something, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make out the words.
Thus, Li Pan presented the skull-shaped chalice he held in both hands, along with a handful of intestines.
The Black Pharaoh seemed quite pleased, chuckling contentedly, and then the servants on both sides began to play music—an eerie symphony that sounded like horns leaking air, claws scratching glass, and the wailing of cats—notes incomprehensible to humans, beyond their capacity to create or express.
Yet, for some reason, amidst such a grotesque and bizarre symphony, Li Pan felt his spirit elevated, as if he had received great favor and affirmation.
