In the heavenly realm…
A certain Grandpa Creator was so happy he had been bouncing back and forth in the majestic clouds.
"Look at that… my little child has spoken to me for the first time~~~!" He proudly said as he looked at the five figures who were also familiar with Little Han, the five guardians of Prasinos.
"Too bad… his first wish will not be granted by the Overseer. He wished for something quite impossible." Ignis was also feeling happy, but upon remembering Little Han's first prayer he shook his head in regret.
"Well, it's not my godson's loss anyways~ It's the Overseer's loss. What if my godson would be heartbroken because his prayer was not heard?" Zale replied, shrugging nonchalantly.
The Great One heard their exchange and he harrumphed, "Hmf! Who said I won't hear his prayers? Come and see how I listen to my dear child!"
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Back to some dimension within the Portia Valley…
