In the deepest layer of a mind swallowing abyss, Seth Constantin sat on an invisible chair.
There was a table with two cups filled with red wine, and on the other side was another figure with a similar appearance to Seth.
Speaking solely of facial features, they were like twins.
However, Seth Constantin was dressed in black robes, with black hair which began turning red at its ends, whereas the other had mostly white hair.
The red transformation of this person's hair was more noticeable than Seth's.
Observing the transformation of color in Seth's hair, the white-haired 'Seth' chuckled lightly. "Indeed, you are a miracle born into sainthood."
Contrary to any other time, Seth's voice contained traces of humbleness before this figure. He said, "Compared to the 'purest incarnation', I am but one of many."
The white-haired 'Seth', the purest incarnation chuckled once more.
He said, "It is not so. We are."
