Chapter 85
Perhaps Beelzebub was too aggressive, and the opponent failed to snatch it, and disappeared on the spot.
Beelzebub looked again, but couldn't find even a trace or trace of it.
The clues seemed to have been completely erased by some force, leaving no trace.
He could only think of Amon's power for this kind of power.
"It's a little weaker than Amon's power, but it's also a foul-level power."
A mouse is a mouse after all. It can do nothing else but hide.
Beelzebub snorted contemptuously, and turned his gaze towards the black coffin. Then, he slowly approached, stretched out a hand and placed it on the black coffin, sensing it with his magic power.
"It's exactly the same as Justin's. It takes Sereos to open it."
Beelzebub lowered his eyes in thought, also feeling puzzled. The other party knew that he was investigating, but handed the black coffin to him so easily.
At that time, Eliorg at least had an assassination attempt, but He didn't even have a decent confrontation.
Is the rat behind the scenes giving up?
Beelzebub took the black coffin back to his own territory, but he did not move at all, still standing there. Suddenly, he slowly turned around, his eyes were like torches, and he looked straight at the end of the church.
This is the site of the ancient Dawn Church. The building has a history of at least three thousand years. The walls are covered with religious paintings, and all the gods that have been seen and not seen are included in them.
Normally, after getting the black coffin, a normal demon should find another demon as soon as possible to open the coffin and rescue the person. This is what most gods and demons would do.
But Beelzebub was not a normal demon. After thinking about it for a moment, he discovered the intention behind this.
The black coffin might be used to send him away, as there were important things inside. The other party was afraid that he would find something inside, so he came up with this plan.
However, a problem also arises. Since he is afraid that He will find out what is inside, why not just move it away? The rat running around behind the scenes must be a master of space magic. Can't he move it away? Even if he can't move it away, can't he just destroy it?
Beelzebub laughed, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he walked straight into the deeper part of the church without hesitation.
Dust floats in the air, appearing as diffuse groups of particles in the sunlight.
The endless light dust is like mountains and rivers, revealing a long sense of time accumulation.
The gravity here is obviously different from that in the outside world. As Beelzebub went deeper, the gravity gradually weakened, as if he was in a different dimension. The corners of his clothes floated gently under the weak gravity, and his hair floated in the air, as if he had dived into the sea.
It was a bit strange. His magic power was released, and his authority dominated the entire area, but he still felt that something was strange.
It's like multiple domains overlapping, and powers stacked up layer by layer, thick and piled up.
The entire space is extremely heavy, but the gravity within the space is very small.
This feeling of confusion reminded Beelzebub of a power called [Reversal].
His compatriots have this power, and it is very tricky to fight them. It goes against common sense and thinking habits, so you can easily be caught off guard.
Beelzebub analyzed this space in his mind and focused his eyes on the scene in front of him.
A dilapidated marble statue stood there. Its head had disappeared, its right arm was incomplete, its left calf was badly shattered, and its right thigh was missing a piece. The surface of the statue was severely weathered and covered with dense corrosion marks.
In this circular church space, the walls are carved with images of many gods, and in the center of the church stands this broken marble statue. The gods around it seem to be silently worshipping it, regarding it as the supreme being.
From a holistic perspective, its ambition is obvious.
——The God of gods.
This design was not the first time Beelzebub had seen it. Almost every secret church of the Church of Dawn had such a place designed in it.
It's hard to imagine what kind of madness a guy could have to build such things everywhere. Either he is an extremely ambitious person, or he is a lunatic who transcends history.
But Beelzebub never thought that His purpose was to become the "God of Gods", even though many clues pointed to this.
It is also possible that His building and sculptures all over the world are... a kind of comfort, a consolation, or a delusion of a mentally ill patient.
Beelzebub is good at reasoning factual logic, but not so good at reasoning emotional logic, and he particularly dislikes irrational things that are not normal in the brain.
Therefore, He had no idea about the motives of the mouse behind the scenes.
A few hours ago, Amon told Him the fuse of the incident, but He couldn't understand it at all.
Are you afraid that your father will find out your identity, or think that your father has already found out your identity, so you start targeting your father? What a psychopath.
Beelzebub wandered aimlessly in the depths of the church, his impatience growing stronger. A few minutes later, he stopped in front of the statue, a surge of anger suddenly surged in his heart, and he threw a punch.
The statue collapsed instantly, turning into gravel and dust, flying everywhere, and the remains of the statue were scattered all over the ground.
Beelzebub stared at the base of the statue, finding nothing, and his eyes revealed a bit of annoyance. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he seemed to have caught some subtle clues, and his eyes focused again, as if he had discovered some unusual signs.
Still nothing.
But He saw a hint of thought.
Thoughts are invisible to the naked eye and can only be felt through “feeling”.
Beelzebub couldn't feel it originally, but some recent events have changed him to some extent, making him more sensitive.
He approached that thought.
It is like a weak fire, without any power, as if it would be extinguished by a blow, but it subtly maintains its final resilience.
It's obsession.
Beelzebub was slightly surprised.
He stretched out his hand and put his five fingers together, wanting to feel what the obsession was.
But after five minutes, Beelzebub's frown deepened because he could not sense anything.
"What's going on? Is it because its thoughts have become thin, or is it my problem?"
Beelzebub had a question mark in his mind, but he was not obsessed with solving it immediately. He collected this thought. He could not identify the thoughts in it, but the devil could always sense it.
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After a while.
In the Os Empire Library, several demons held a round table meeting and exchanged information in real time.
The situation here is completely different from that of a sorority. If you must say it, it is a fraternity. Moreover, each of them has an extraordinary appearance, and their sitting posture and behavior reveal their demonic personality.
I don’t know if it was to deliberately create some atmosphere, but the lighting in the library was dim, with only a halo lingering above the round table where they were sitting.
Looking closely, the halo came from a little white bird.
"What did you say? Barbatos is missing? With His power, it's impossible for Him to disappear even if anyone else disappears."
"Barbatos often disappears for a year or so. We haven't had any contact for just a few days. Aren't you guys overly worried?"
"I don't know the situation. I can't even find Vashak."
As they spoke, the three demons turned to look at the silent young man with an eye mask.
"…Has Third Brother's narcolepsy become more serious recently?"
Inbos was a little confused.
"Not bad? Can't He sleep for hundreds of years? The recent period is probably the longest time He has been awake."
Amon didn't care.
The short-haired young man was lying on the chair, his eyes mask was pulled up, his breathing was shallow but regular, and it was obvious that he was sleeping soundly. Vashak had been looking for Agares for some time, and recently found that Agares was really hard to find, so he just let it go like this.
Their second brother is really something. Could he really be a sleeping demon in his dream? Only sleepwalking would come out to look for his father.
It is hard to describe Persia.
At this moment, the space suddenly fluctuated.
Three demons and one bird cast their gazes at the same time.
Inpos was startled: "Ah, Beelzebub is back."
Before he finished speaking, the space channel suddenly opened, and Beelzebub walked out with a cold and arrogant look on his face.
Beelzebub glanced at them, walked to the round table, found a seat, and sat down gracefully. He seemed to have heard their conversation just now, and asked, "Barbatos is missing?"
Amon turned his head to look at Beelzebub and said, "It's hard to say, but Vassago can't find Him. This at least explains the problem. There are not many things that Vassago can't find."
Having said that, among their more than twenty compatriots, only Vashak's three essential settings have never been revealed.
Vashago is very strong, especially in terms of magic power and his usual magic reserves, but his settings and skills are obviously less than those of his flashy compatriots. The power of [Search] is not Vashago's essential setting, but a skill setting. Several of their compatriots have it.
Power is a very important force, especially for high-level beings. However, their third brother didn't seem to care and didn't care if it didn't light up. What could they say?
Butis raised his chin, looked at Beelzebub with a gloomy gaze, and said bluntly: "Beelzebub, you look like this, have you discovered something?"
Beelzebub smiled, and then told about two things he had gained from the Dawn Church.
"A black coffin and a thought?"
The three demons were shocked to varying degrees.
After saying that, Beelzebub made a private call to Seleos.
Two minutes later, the dwarf cat walked out of the void and slowly transformed into a human form.
As soon as He landed, his brothers turned and stared at Him. He was so scared that he took a step back, at a loss as to what to do.
Beelzebub pointed his finger back and said, "Sele, go open the black coffin first."
Following the instructions, Celeos saw a black coffin and quickly understood. He nodded and began to work, being obedient and docile without any complaints.
Beelzebub turned to the demons and said, "Although I don't know who is inside, at least there is one more brave man."
Amon held his chin lightly and fell into deep thought.
Butis raised his eyebrows and said, "What does that thought look like? Take it out and let us see it."
Beelzebub nodded, stretched out his hand, and a firefly-sized flame randomly jumped out of his palm.
The other demons looked surprised.
"Is it really just an idea?"
The firefly then drifted to the center of the round table, emitting a faint light.
Butis asked Beelzebub, "Are you sure it's His?"
Beelzebub: "Nine out of ten, yeah."
Inpos thought to himself, "With this thought, can we know His motives?"
Amon's eyes fell on the flames and he said calmly, "That's right, but can you feel anything?"
The answer is no.
They are not good at such delicate tasks as sensing emotions.
What's more, this idea is too weak.
Amon asked Beelzebub, "Is it possible that this idea was fabricated to confuse us?"
For the person behind the scenes, revealing his motives is almost equivalent to revealing half of his true identity. Amon doesn't think the person behind the scenes will be exposed easily.
It is possible that what Beelzebub saw, heard, and thought at that time were all deliberately set up by the other party, and the black coffin was released just to strengthen Beelzebub's cognition.
But Beelzebub shook his head.
Beelzebub actually had his doubts about this, but after thinking about it, he decided that it was not the case.
"That is the ruins of the Dawn Church which is more than 3,000 years old," Beelzebub raised his hand and unfolded the recorded image. "I guess He stayed there for a long time, so He left some thoughts there."
In Bosi was puzzled: "He is so good at hiding himself, why would he leave a thought there? It would be fine if he left it, but he didn't eliminate it. Given His style, it's unlikely."
Amon had the same suspicion.
Beelzebub pondered for a few seconds, and thought to himself, "Maybe He thinks that it is something that cannot be destroyed."
What is this? Inbosi was shocked.
Amon immediately questioned: "Why is it so difficult to destroy them? They are just a few thoughts. Could they be something very important to Him?"
Beelzebub's statement is too counterintuitive.
"Listen to me first," Beelzebub suddenly stood up, as if he was very professional, "Humans are sometimes like this. Let me give you an example of emotional deficiency. I know a person who was very emotional in his youth, but gradually lost his emotions in his youth, and lost them severely in his middle age. In his old age, his mind was full of nothingness and he fell into a hollow state. For that person in his old age, the naivety, impulsiveness and determination in his youth are things he repeatedly recalls and cherishes very much."
Inbosi widened his eyes and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Beelzebub added: "That man will always remember his youth in his later life, and he will never be able to kill the youth in his heart."
The air froze for three full minutes.
Beelzebub's statement is simply unbelievable. But if you think about it carefully, it is not impossible. Especially for long-lived people who are prone to eternal depression.
But this is not the general case. You can't characterize something based on a possibility.
Amon thought for a moment and looked at Beelzebub. "What you said makes sense, but He is not a human, right?"
Beelzebub's expression was indifferent. "Who knows? Maybe it was once like that."
In Bosi suddenly had an idea and asked in shock: "Could it be that he is from the same generation as my father?"
Beelzebub was silent, and said, "By the way, it seems we have been overlooking one thing."
Amon seemed to have a telepathic connection and helped Beelzebub to say, "The hero's summoning magic was made possible by the combined efforts of the seven gods, but it was humans who actually activated it. To be more precise, it was the human sages at the time."
Beelzebub nodded. "It is possible that they were responsible. Although they are already dead."
Inbosi was about to faint, "So, so..."
Beelzebub said calmly: "So guessing is useless, the key is to solve this idea."
Amon nodded: "Whether it is a fake smoke bomb or a real clue, we will know once we solve it."
However, who can do it?
The four demons looked at each other and all thought of the name of a demon.
——Barbatos.
Barbatos is the demon with the strongest empathy among them. He often cries loudly after hearing a little story, with tears streaming down his face. He is very emotional.
Moreover, His power of [Connectivity] can sense the various thoughts remaining on certain substances by touching them.
What can be connected is not only space and matter, but also various emotions.
Amon had previously given it a name, the "Heart-to-Heart" power, which was meant to tease Barbatos, but Barbatos smiled and said yes, because He liked Heart-to-Heart.
He even made a statement at a family meeting that shocked all the demons.
——"It would be great if everyone was connected in heart. Why don't we put it into practice? Although we share a spiritual domain, we have never been spiritually unified. If I use my power, everyone will be able to unite and become one."
It's a really creepy passage, don't you think?
I have to say that compared to them, Barbatos is indeed a good demon, but Barbatos also has some dark sides that he is unaware of.
It's quite scary sometimes.
They thought about it. Amon said, "Let's work together to find Barbatos. He should be fine, just trapped somewhere."
They can sense the situation of their compatriots, so the truth should be pretty close.
Beelzebub hesitated, then agreed.
Butis smiled and said, "A long-awaited family mobilization?"
Inbo paused and realized that it was true. They had not worked together like this for a long time.
If you think about it carefully, when did it start? It must have disappeared after I got out of the abyss.
Inbosi looked down and his father came to his mind.
The father always hoped that they would love each other, but they always did what they wanted, regardless of the past or the present.
Inbosi's eyes dimmed, and he thought that it was not the case now, and they would listen to their father.
Then, Beelzebub stood up, looked around at the demons and asked, "Should we split up and search for him?"
At this time, Vashak, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, lifted his eye mask, slowly sat up, and said in a low and slow voice: "I have found some locations. The historical re-editing will be postponed. Finding Barbatos is the priority. Let's search separately."
The demons were shocked. They thought the third brother was sleeping, but it turned out that he was looking for Barbatos.
But no matter what, since the decision has been made, let's hold on tight. Their eighth sister is trapped, so of course she has to kill the guy who trapped her.
Vashak loosened his clenched fist, and hundreds of location information flew out.
Butiston was surprised: "Why are there so many?"
Vashak explained, "There are too many people who have contracted Barbatos and the places he has been to. Both the new and old ones have left information. I can't sift through them all at once. Let's just look for them all at once."
“Is that so?”
Butis had no choice but to agree.
Inposs asked Vashak, "Do you want to ask Bachin for help? He has strong intelligence capabilities and the entire subspace is his intelligence network."
Vashak nodded. "Tell Him. We all know it now."
Beelzebub glanced at the family member address book and said, "It's almost done. It will take time to rush back to the ones who are far away. Let's start looking first."
Amon stood up, stretched his arms and waist, and warmed up.
"I'll take care of Wallifer and Boyer."
The other demons had no objection.
All demons, get ready and start the action!
Soon, Seleog was the only one left in the library.
He blinked as he looked at the empty round table, his green eyes glowing dimly behind his bangs, and then his gaze fell on the black coffin.
Well, the mission of my compatriots is to find the devil.
His mission is to open this blind box.
He nodded to himself, completely unaware of how weird the term "blind box" was.
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Having said that, Moragos didn't expect that he would be called away as well. He could only look at his father reluctantly and then walked into the space crack.
So the only active kitten around their father was the big orange cat.
The big orange cat is eloquent and quick-witted. It has both strength and intelligence. Apart from being overly fat, it has almost no weaknesses.
He was given the opportunity to have his father all to himself for a while, and he paced happily around the room, his chin slightly raised, his eyes shining, and he muttered to himself, as if he was composing and preparing a great epic poem about fatherhood.
The afterglow of the setting sun filled the balcony, and He was moved by the scene. He took out a small lute from the void, and the cat's paws fluttered, and the music floated.
It was seven o'clock in the evening in the Roman Kingdom.
Xius didn't notice the noise outside, he was concentrating on feeding the little light body.
Little Dark Cloud also ran out and circled around Xius. No one knew what he was thinking, but it was very likely that he was thinking nothing.
The little light body grew a little, and even the halo behind His head grew bigger.
It was only the size of a plate a few days ago, but now it has grown to the size of a bowl, as white as jade, shining brightly, and extremely divine.
Xiusi originally wanted to give the little light body a name, otherwise it would not be nice to call it the little light body all the time, but he was not the biological father, so it seemed that he had no right to name the little light body.
And there is no habit of naming gods, especially gods from other worlds.
If they knew how to give themselves names, they would not be referred to by numbers by humans.
Whatever. I am just raising this child on behalf of others, how can I think so much?
Xius wiped the mouth of the little light body. The little light body had short arms and legs, but it also showed an appearance of wanting to be independent.
He had actually adopted the child for less than a month, so the little light body was growing faster than humans.
"Are you full?"
He asked.
The little light body squinted its eyes and looked over, then smiled sweetly, like a blooming flower.
Even if the gods are hundreds of years old, they are still infants.
The life span of long-lived species is sometimes really difficult to understand using human life experience.
Hughes smiled.
But for some reason, the little black cloud stopped rotating and quietly approached Zeus's side.
When Zeus turned around, he saw Him shivering like a ball of gray cotton candy, and it was damp and gloomy, as if it might rain at any time.
He didn't say anything either, just watched His reaction.
The man and the cloud fell silent, and the scene of them looking at each other closely was just seen by the big orange cat.
The little orange cat was lying against the wall, with half of its face exposed, looking like an emoticon of someone observing something secretly.
He thought that this was the alien god number 002, that is, the divine consciousness of the concept of curse.
I didn't expect it to be such a Q-version cloud. It doesn't look aggressive at all.
He was curious and ran over excitedly, climbed onto the table, walked in front of his father, and tried hard to straighten his body, finally reaching the same height as the little dark cloud.
The little dark cloud seemed not to notice Him, and the cloud slowly stretched out, as if bubbling.
The orange cat blinked and raised its paw curiously, revealing its pink pads.
The biggest characteristic of most wandering poets is curiosity. They are full of curiosity about the world and are unwilling to be bored and trapped in one place. So they travel everywhere, learn about the various landscapes of the world, and meet all kinds of people in the world.
And he is the world's first wandering poet, oh no, now he should be called the Wandering Poet Cat.
Of course, I also have a strong curiosity!
His claws were approaching the little dark cloud and were about to touch it successfully, but the little dark cloud was unaware.
Then, the claws really patted the little dark cloud gently, like an ordinary greeting.
Before Little Dark Cloud could react, the orange cat's eyes widened in shock.
It’s not an energy body, but a material body!
The little dark cloud was dazed, as if it had just reacted. It turned around, faced the big orange cat, and then slowly drifted over.
The big orange cat was shocked and thought that the little black cloud was angry, but the little black cloud just slowly approached and touched his forehead.
Like a courtesy or friendliness.
The big orange cat was shocked again. He thought the God of Curse was a terrifying existence, but surprisingly, he was a little guy who knew nothing.
A little bit of consciousness, but not much. Duller than the little light body.
He really wanted to know how his father had read this little guy.
Logically speaking, this little guy's status is extraordinary.
——And only higher-level beings can influence higher-level beings.
The big orange cat then turned to look at the young man who had already started reading.
The young man has a calm temperament and gentle eyes. When he reads, his life is peaceful and quiet.
Sometimes, his father was so good that he was unreal. Whether it was his personality or his temper, he was good in every way, gentle and optimistic. He used to think that all humans were like his father, but after getting to know him and interacting with him, he realized that his father was a very rare type of person. He never gave up when he was weak, and he was not impetuous when he was strong. He would complain occasionally, but he would never shirk his responsibilities, and his emotions were always stable.
He knew that his father was definitely not just at level 43. According to the rule that the upgrade of creation would drive the upgrade of the creator, his father should at least be at the maximum level now.
Why is our strength suppressed by the problem of “system lag”?
The other brothers didn't seem to care much about this matter, but He was a little bothered by it.
Because according to His understanding, system magic is just a summary of the host's information and will not affect the host's own strength.
For example, if you upgrade, your strength is improved by yourself, and the system just reports your upgrade, not that it upgrades you. It may report wrong information, such as a malfunction or something, but it cannot affect your strength.
But what about His father?
The big orange cat came closer to observe, almost burying his head, but still couldn't see his father's "true strength" from the surface.
Why on earth was this happening? Curiosity filled His eyes, His claws supported His almost nonexistent chin, His expression was thoughtful.
And Zeus seemed to sense something and turned to look at Him.
"Are you sleepy?"
He paused, not sleepy but nodded, and was touched and heard gentle whispers in his ears.
"Go to sleep, Bryce, Daddy will always be by your side."
As he listened, his cat ears stood up, as if he was suddenly startled.
Once upon a time, He had heard this sentence, but the other party failed to fulfill the agreement because of force majeure.
But, today.
The big orange cat lowered its head with a firm look, as if to say, we will never let you break your promise again, we will protect you and never let you get hurt again.
Because He lowered His head, Hughes could not see His enlightened eyes.
Zeus glanced out the window, worried that it would be cold tonight, so he made a small quilt and slowly covered the big orange cat with it.
After waiting until his child seemed to have fallen asleep, he turned back to his alchemy book.
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Almost at the same time.
In a foggy area, the black-haired girl seemed to be lost. Sometimes she jogged forward, sometimes she looked left and right, and sometimes she stopped and looked around in a daze.
He seemed to be lost, circling around in the same place and unable to find the way, and unable to open the spiritual domain.
There was chaos all around, as if I had accidentally run into the stomach of the God of Chaos.
Time and space here are chaotic. Once you enter, everything will become chaotic, including your own consciousness and various concepts and memories in your heart.
The girl searched for a long time and finally stopped when she was tired. She looked downcast and revealed a hint of frustration, not knowing whether it was because of self-blame or something else.
Maybe he was also reflecting on himself, wondering how he could have been so careless and ended up in such a place.
He hates darkness and loneliness.
Whenever He faced this kind of situation alone, a person's face would always appear in His mind.
"Father……"
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The other party.
Inside the group of cat-headed demons.
Amon: "Did you find it?"
Butis: "No, not even a shadow."
Beelzebub: "There are too many locations and the area is large. It takes a lot of time to search in a blanket manner. The most important thing is, what if the opponent also moves?"
Because he lives in Boston, "it can move... which makes it even harder to find."
Moragos: "So what?"
Vassago: "The location I gave you is not where Barbatos might be 'now', but where Barbatos might be in the entire timeline. The fact that it can move is also within the concept of the power's operation. You don't have to worry. Just keep looking, and you will find it eventually."
He is very sure.
This attitude gave other demons confidence.
They began to speed up the investigation again, causing an uproar wherever they went.
Everyone wondered what happened to the Lord of the Abyss.
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However, one night passed.
There was no good news from the demons in the large group, and there was no sign of Barbatos at all.
"Did He disappear out of thin air?"
"It's impossible that he went to the Far Universe?"
"Vashak, are you sure there is no problem with your site screening?"
Vashak frowned, but his tone remained unchanged as he said, "The place I'm looking for can't be wrong. Either you missed it, or it's too hidden and you didn't notice it when you passed by."
Beelzebub: "Then we have to search again?"
Vashak thought about it and said that he would look for it again.
The demons were silent for a moment, but did not complain. They quickly searched again.
This time I was more careful and didn't miss any abnormalities.
When he was halfway there, Beelzebub seemed to have thought of something and muttered to himself, "That's not right. I can definitely find it more accurately."
Let me ask, what thing or what force in this world can trap Barbatos?
Several possibilities flashed through Beelzebub's mind, and then he went to several places, and then went to Batchin's house, asking Batchin to teleport him to the God of Chaos as well.
After hearing this, Bachin paused for a second, then understood what he meant and sent him over without asking any questions.
Beelzebub stood in the void and stared at Chaos.
Eliog went in to look for God wearing a little black bird two days ago. He is currently out of contact and has not come out.
So if Barbatos is inside, is this also true?
Eliog has a Bachin location and can be rescued, but if Barbatos falls in accidentally, it will be very difficult to find him.
Beelzebub seemed to have thought of the right place.
But difficulties also arise, that is - how do you find it in the face of chaos?
How about just waking up the God of Chaos and having a fight?
Beelzebub fell into deep thought.
And at the same time.
The girl in the black fog squatted down, and her green eyes, which should have been bright, gradually dimmed.
“…”
He remained silent, allowing chaos to envelop him, as if he had given up struggling.
But suddenly, a very familiar voice sounded in His mind.
——"Barbatos, are you lost? Dad is here."
He paused, then slowly raised his face, his sight seeming to be able to traverse space and see straight to the end.
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