In the vast emptiness, a 'drop' of 'water' hovered there. It was so ordinary-looking, without any special power flowing from it.
Yet it was from such a minute point that the world, seemingly as real as any, had derived—and to the life within it, that may not be false at all.
After all, true and false are relative concepts, and the destiny it constituted was the original trajectory of the Chaos World. Under certain conditions, reality and falsehood could perhaps be interchangeable.
Taking a step forward, Laine reached out his right hand and cautiously caught the 'drop.' He had prepared for any contingencies, but even as he held it in his hand, nothing more happened.
Everything was without a ripple, just like a true drop of water, as the remnants of the Creation Force flowed quietly in Laine's palm.
Its power was not overwhelmingly strong, but it was so absolute and enigmatic. Sensing its presence, Laine couldn't help but hesitate.
