Despite the changes that were happening around and the sudden expansion of the crack, Emmet remained completely unperturbed.
*Puff*
In the silence that took over the surroundings, he took a drag of the cigarette in his hand. His movements were neither slow nor hurried, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he savored the taste of the cigarette.
Eventually, he opened his eyes again, his mouth opening as he began to speak,
"...There exists a total of nine of them."
The plume of smoke drifted in the air.
"Nobody knows their true number, but I know... I'm sure it's nine of them. If I'm not wrong, there should be eight in the future."
"Eight..?"
I thought for a moment before recalling something.
'Right, Noel and Panthea managed to kill one Outer Being.'
Emmet's eyes turned even hazier as he spoke. It was almost as if he was looking somewhere distant. He was both present and yet not there.
What was he seeing?
