Chapitre 172: [Lirawern!]

In the highest heaven, there exists a prison. It was a prison made for people that were beyond the control of ordinary gods. It was made to hold the strongest of the strongest.

It was directly under the watch of the All Father. The King of All True Gods, the strongest of all of them.

Though in that prison, lived a man that was neither a prisoner, nor a God. He was a being that was both strongest and the weakest at the same time. For his life wasn't his anymore. It didn't belong to him from the moment he was born.

"Oh my dear, Lirawern. Are you okay? Have you been eating properly?" A woman in black asked, as she looked with concern at the guy with dead eyes.

Lirawern. The Fake God. The God of Irrationality.

Lirawern couldn't speak but he nodded with difficulty. Held as a hostage for over hundreds of years, he had lost his rationality a long time ago. The sliver of sanity he had was a miracle conjured by the person in front of him.