Before Davey could even identify the source of the voice, he became nervous. He squinted slightly, trying to pinpoint its owner.

The overwhelming power of the voice made it clear that the speaker was not a typical entity. It wasn't just the strength of a powerful being; rather, it emitted the sensation of a top-tier entity from a superior race. This feeling reminded Davey of something familiar – the Dragon Tongue, a racial privilege used by dragons, and revelations delivered by gods.

The voice had been observing Davey like a voyeuristic patient since the beginning—It was neither Perserque nor the World Tree—and now it whispered to him in a hushed manner.

[Do you need help, great Savior?]

"First of all, reveal yourself."

[Hmm…. You are unafraid.]

Just when Davey was about to reply to that calm voice…

[It seems oblivion has affected the remaining humans at the edge of the world.]

Davey remained silent at those words.

[What will you do? If you do me a small favor, I can help the little girl.]

"Why should...