“A Creature of the Yore, it is said that its existence draws back to the creation of our world, before even the very own Graces.”

“what?? do you mean…?”

“Indeed, Yli and Ra. The Greatest Fear of All was born alongside Them. Together they form the Trinity of Yesh. And together they gave form to the Graces.”

“and so did our world.”

“The Fear, however, remained, no one knows why. It kept its form across the Emanations of Genesis, and still resides in our plain as a physical being. Anything beyond It, however, is Nothing. Such are the powers of the Fear that even existance become mere but a flawed concept - after all, Itself had part in the creation of this very own concept, to begin with. That’s why to reach the cave is to reach the End of the World. For the world ceases to exist past the limits of The Fear.”

“Anyway, it is said that, if one find in themself the power to banish their Deepest Fears away, they shall be able to destroy The Ancient Dread, and what lies beyond it, past the End of the Fear, is the Truth.

This Truth shall libert our devasted world.

And this, my fellow, is my hope, and my purpose in this world. To save it.”

Meryl finally found within themself their classical sass to interrupt Mr. Rabbit (frankly) stupid stream of thoughts.

“so let me get this straight. your plan - your brilliant, courageous plan - is to cross a mountain of death, to traverse an unkwnown world forbidden to the beings detainers of the graces’s holy spirit, to THEN, FINALLY, lucky you if you made it alive (which, FRANKLY, let’s be HONEST, it is simply impossible), to face an eldritch being whose existance draws back to the very own birth of, well, existance, and THEN THEN, ONLY THEN, SOMEHOW MAKE IT ALIVE, and MAYBE find an ABSOLUTELY HYPOTHETICAL Holy Truth that ONCE AGAIN MAYBE MAYBE can save our already doomed to hell world?”

<== PREVIOUS | NEXT ==>