"Yes." Damien cut me off. "And that's not even the worst part."
I stared at the ground, my mind spinning. "What could be worse than that?"
"The Pagoda would never allow an artificial world unless there was a hidden purpose behind it."
A sharp pain throbbed in my temple.
"A hidden purpose?"
"Exactly."
Something about that made my chest feel tight. My world—this world—wasn't meant to exist.
It was artificial.
A creation that defied the natural order.
I swallowed hard. "Then… why does it feel so broken?"
The words left my lips before I even realized I was speaking.
Because it did.
This world felt incomplete.
There were inconsistencies. Flaws. The mere fact that I had a system when The Book of Sin clearly stated it should have been Azazel's…
Something was very wrong.