"Lost Island... It belongs to my world."
"Under the veil of Eternal Night, everywhere is filled with the fragments of my divinity and rules that are out of order, chaotic, and riotous."
"Forget about ordinary legends—"
"Even a common Demigod, if they enter here, under the influence of that chaotic divinity and Authority, if they don't leave immediately, will lose control in an extremely short time."
The sound reminiscent of a Bronze Ancient Bell echoed in the hall.
"Rather, you are such a rare exception, entering Lost Island, yet besides having your strength and spiritual power suppressed, you can still retain your complete will for a long time without falling into madness."
"Even an ordinary True God cannot reach your level."
Within the pale shadow, those brass-colored illusory eyes locked onto the thin figure of the human boy beside them.
Clearly, Hathaway had just arrived on the scene, contending with the being opposite.
