"He has become even stronger!" the Book of Knowledge shouted, its echo already dissipated among its pages, all its memories restored, including those that were completely erased and obliterated.
The doll softly said: "Most dark monsters have weakened, but He is an exception, the corruption and silence of these billions of years have not weakened His soul because He is the black mist itself, the source of the black mist, the stronger the black mist becomes, the stronger He becomes."
"Indeed." the Book of Knowledge said gravely: "The devouring power of the black mist has converged upon Him, and more terrifying corruption is emerging within His soul. Every Primordial God has become an indescribable great terror. Even the weakest Primordial God is far stronger than us; His divine remains may have condensed more black mist, perhaps He is not the weakest, but instead the strongest."
Rod said quietly: "But we have no other choice."
