Liang staggered backward, his mind racing to make sense of what was happening. This… entity? God? Whatever it was, it exuded an aura of familiarity, as though buried deep within his subconscious he knew exactly who—or what—it was. Yet the truth refused to surface, lurking just out of reach.
The figure threw back its head and laughed—a sound that reverberated through the garden, shaking leaves and sending ripples across the crystalline pool. The laughter was wild, unhinged, filled with both triumph and madness. When it finally subsided, the figure lowered its head, fixing Liang with those unnerving blue eyes once more.
"You," it said, pointing a slender finger at him. "You have done well. Better than even you realize." The words dripped with mockery, as though implying that Liang had been nothing more than a pawn in some grand design. "But tell me… do you truly understand what you've unleashed?"
Liang opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out— He had made a grave mistake.
