The pen was an item of a very distant past which couldn't be traced. No one knew its origin and who made it. However, there was one fact to recognize. Its power was overwhelming. Even here in the Dark Train where the Possibility of Prospect was restricting everything, its energy was overflowing like madness trying to get out of a box.
"It's something that you don't need to know. What's important is that I have something you need so much in my hands." Jin Rou was smiling as he spoke these words. His expression told that everything was under his control.
"Why do you want to participate in the Grand Scheme? Just throw your weight away and kill those people. Isn't that easy?" The worm grumbled.
"That's easy, for sure. However, it wouldn't bear my desired fruit. So, it's a no." Jin Rou pondered as he said, "I want to do something extravagant and since I can only do this once, I might as well give the best show."