"You defy me." A soft voice echoed in Cain’s ears as he suddenly found himself before a tree whose size was too absurd for description to justify. The height of its roots before the trunk was over thirty-five thousand feet tall.
Which meant only the roots could be spotted below the clouds. This wasn’t an imagination, it was what an Ancient God could see.
Lesser beings saw what couldn’t even be considered a fraction of the tree’s true size. It could be said the Mana Tree wrapped around all worlds.
"Defy you?" Cain folded his arms. "I never obeyed you to begin with."
"You are just a spawn. I created you, entertained your antics and ambitions. I allowed your deception, but it would seem you are just a fool whose ego is a thousand times his size."
Cain chuckled when he heard that.
"Return to that dungeon and ensure Godfrey Daniels does not emerge."
When Cain heard that, he chuckled. "If staying out of this means I break out of your shackles of control, then I will stay out. Let the game continue, let the stakes be high. That’s when true evolution is born."
There was a short period of silence.
"I created the Chosen Ones because I wanted to know. Can responsibility create the greatest being? I made the Fortunate Ones because I wanted to know, can greatness arise without better opportunities? Can the piece worthy of being discarded change the future..."
"Then come the Favoured Ones. What happens if someone is given overwhelming freedom and power? It sounded like they would become the greatest. They had all the qualities and no burdens. However, I have discovered time and time again the madness of creation, a weakness that is embedded too deep."
"You, a free man, burden yourself with matters. You and the other have chained yourselves to ambitions that have blinded your sight. You seek to control a chosen world, the other seeks to annihilate all that is not from his home world. This I can allow, but when you receive word from me and blatantly reject it, I will no longer indulge your madness."
"You don’t get to tell me when to harvest my plant. Earth is my farm. Thank you for all you’ve done, but the rest is mine," Cain responded.
"Godfrey will gain the ability to become an Ancient God after this dungeon. Once that happens, you won’t be dealing with what can be controlled anymore."
Cain tilted his head. "Godfrey’s end remains the same. But this step, I will allow. I like it when you sound shaken. I guess your experiments have gone out of control."
Whatever Godfrey was going to become, he would deal with it. And if it proved to be too much, he would simply run and live to fight another day. There was no big deal, for at last the shackles of control finally had a crack.
Cain found himself back in the sanctuary. He squinted.
However... What exactly was Godfrey going to become?
***
"Arghhh!!" One of the infantry from the hundred saw Godfrey brutally cut down ten of his comrades and lunged forward with a loud war cry.
Godfrey tilted toward him. The man’s yari spear jammed Imperial, then the soldier pulled it back and kept stabbing, but at last the wood shattered.
"You have honour," Godfrey muttered. The soldier took two shaky steps backward, hastily reached out for a dagger and pulled it out.
He lunged for Godfrey’s throat, but his dagger just couldn’t pierce through the armour. However, Godfrey felt the impact of the blow and, without a signal, slapped off the man’s head.
Driving forward, Godfrey slammed his knee into another footman. The impact folded the soldier in half. Before the man could recover, an elbow crashed into his helmet, crushing steel and skull alike.
At the rear of the formation, one soldier collapsed. Scrambling upright, he turned to flee. His feet never found the ground again.
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