Chapter 389 To Dear Miss Maid_2

"The game that eternally cycles on and on."

"And what we Faceless Ones must do—"

The Last Bishop gazed upon Ansu, the luminosity on His visage growing more enigmatic by the moment, and those purely white pupils burned calmly yet fiercely. Ansu felt that madness, the chaotic madness, the radiant madness, the madness that transcended thirty thousand years, but this madness was so tranquil, yet so intense:

"It is to comply with the [Fate] established by the gods, and then, to usurp the [Fate] created by God."

He looked at Ansu:

"The useless disciple of the later generations, who took the initiative to lead Heaven to fall, did so to ensure that young people of the future, like yourselves, would appear before me, on this very day when I was crowned as the Chaotic Councilor."

"Allowing me, who has become a shadow of Nether, to read the falsehood of this world, hence birthing the error that would usurp this world. To become the true 'error'."