Zenov's narrowed his eyes at Corvain's words. "You misunderstand. I am no simple resident of this world, unlike yourself. I am the sole being worthy enough to bask in the Creator's gaze. After all, that is why Yggdrasil is under my direct command." Silence followed this new revelation. It was Jarrod's turn to lean forward now, not quite believing the masked man's words.

"You? You're claiming that you're directly controlling Yggdrasil right now? The Dragon of Legend....you?"

"I am stating mere facts, not claims. You underestimate my powers. Why do you think it impossible?"

A random Zenov appeared behind Corvain and placed a hand on his shoulder. Solid and tangible. It was the real deal. If these were clones or illusions, then they were pretty damn good ones.

"Don't think of these as mere copies of me. Rather, they are extensions of myself. I, who has the power to separate and divide one's essence, have become immortal."

In mere moments all the Zenovs had disappeared and time continued to flow back normally for them all. Standing up, the masked man bid them all for one final time.

"Farewell fighters of fate. I must prepare for the creation of a new world, born through the fires of this one. Remember now. Three days." A chuckle. "I look forward to your arrival in the Central Regions."

And with those parting words, he flickered away before anyone else could notice his presence.