The starry ground sparkled beneath us.
A space that felt like wandering somewhere in the universe.
At the center of this universe, I finally faced my worst enemy.

"…"

It was 'me.'

The Prophet slowly rose from his darkened form and walked forward, his long tail dragging on the ground, and his bat-like wings swaying.

We looked at each other.

"…"
"…"

And we each voiced our impressions of the other.
We were so different that it felt disturbingly dry.

"You look like a late-game self-insert villain—☆ Talking about darkness and death, while pretending to be …