Face-to-face with this being, Zen could only describe it as otherworldly—No, even that word felt insufficient.
This was not merely a creature beyond humanity, nor some transcendent lifeform existing on a higher plane.
The existence before him felt fundamentally incompatible with reality itself, as though humanity had accidentally stumbled upon something it was never meant to perceive in the first place.
"…Araxys."
——We meet again.
Zen swallowed deeply before answering, confusion gradually crossing his expression.
"…Again?"
——Time is relative.
The darkness surrounding them rippled, as though reality itself had reacted to those words.
——The fact that we are meeting now means we have already met a second ago. An hour ago. A day ago. A year ago. Centuries ago. Millennia ago.
"...."
——Or perhaps, we have yet to meet at all.
"…What?"
