He stood unsteady, having just undergone the chaotic purification that felt like burning fire. His entire porcelain-like skin had not healed, resulting in large patches of deep blue muscle groups hardening directly in the vacuum, forming a thin layer of blue armor.
Perhaps because he had only just been born, his consciousness was not very clear, and his mind was filled with the pain brought by chaos. He twisted his neck and, after a long while, slowly spoke:
"...Name."
"You are not worthy of one yet. Our knowledge is still insufficient. Names are reserved for those who hold dominion."
The newborn deity raised his head, his silver face armor reflecting the red-black sun:
"Starry Abyss promised that every Spiritual Warrior fighting for it would enjoy authority and a divine name."
"Objection. The war situation is urgent. 10752, you must immediately head to the Azama Estefan battlefield to support the God of Deep Water and Sea Beasts, Oshen."
The red-black sun spoke emotionlessly:
