"You are correct."
Zylarith nodded, agreeing with Orravyn, then, he looked at all the Infinities present in the room and with a solemn look on his face—
"Another me shouldn't scare you.
You people have dealt with me before, doing it again wouldn't be difficult."
Then, he took a small pause, as if he didn't wish to admit it, but he was going to—
"But the Anomaly is not another me.
He is far, far worse.
His existence should scare you."
He spoke in a far, far graver tone than before, but again, Orravyn just scoffed.
"I didn't take you as a fool for your child. That is indeed surprising. To think you would create delusions of your child's greatness after passing your prime.
What was it?
Did time get to you?"
He asked with a dismissive look on his face. Clearly, he wasn't taking Zylarith's words seriously, but the others weren't the same.
