Rorschach didn't know how long he had been in the Boundary Land. In the Supreme Heaven, his eyes opened once more. This time, his very gaze held a compulsive force. It slowly pushed the entire space of the Boundary Land away from the Original Layer, restoring its virtual coordinates to the space between the Realm of Reality and the Symbolic Realm.
"That's no way to test someone. What if I'd screwed up?" Rorschach felt utterly drained.
The Ancient Sage's memories resurfaced, organizing themselves into words: "Perhaps there were three possible outcomes...
"The worst outcome, of course, would have been your disappearance. The product of the gaze would have replaced you as Rorschach, becoming an agent of the great existence—or rather, a complete and utter puppet. In my understanding, many Subordinate Gods are similar creations.
