"What is this Primordial Eternal True Origin Race?"
Ricky asked, his voice filled with awe. Just hearing the name sparked a strange reverence in his chest—like whispering the name of a forgotten god. His antennae twitched, and his compound eyes glinted with curiosity. Whatever this being was, it exuded an aura that made even the laws of reality seem fragile.
The Guardian Spirit remained silent for a moment.
Her amethyst eyes glowed faintly, shimmering with veiled emotions as she stared at the towering entity within the glowing cage. Something like nostalgia... or perhaps ancient sorrow, flickered across her otherwise indifferent expression.
"True Origin Race..." she murmured under her breath, as if the title itself carried a weight too heavy for the present era.
Then, slowly, she began to speak.
