"After all, although from beginning to end, you have claimed to be the creator of the Glorious Era, the Ancient Sun God."
"But the real you...is nothing more than the discarded remnants of the true creator."
"A genuine—"
"Fake."
...
In the illusory Spiritual World, the grand shadow of the Elf King paused slightly.
"Among the secret information you stated, most are facts."
"However, there is one point you have hidden."
The Spiritual Entity, formed by the gray-black mist representing Shiayar's self-will, spoke softly in the Spiritual World.
"The creator of the Glorious Era, after all, bears the name of the Sun God."
"No matter how much he perceives flaws in his path, choosing to discard excess divinity, cutting away superfluous authority...how could he possibly abandon the authority of the scorching sun itself?"
"And this Lost Island, shrouded in the Curtain of Eternal Night, is precisely the antithesis of the name Sun God."
