"I told you, you're nothing but a grain of sand, kid. Either sit quietly and keep your mouth shut, or die."
Entity 016 hovered in the air, completely powerless to resist. Entity 004 raised a single finger. I couldn't sense any fluctuation of power, while Entity 013 burst out laughing.
"Did what I just said hit a nerve?"
With a bang, Entity 016 was forced back into the chair. In that brief instant, just as Entity 016 tried to make a move, he was subdued, without a chance to fight back.
At that moment, I noticed something else: the lower the number among the Forsaken, the stronger their power. And this Entity 004 was far more powerful than the other two.
"Excuse me, sir, but what did you mean by 'new generation'?"
"You must have noticed the numbers on us. I don't know who gave us these numbers, but if a Forsaken with a certain number dies, another Forsaken later on will take their place. I've seen plenty of kids like this—none of them live very long."
I quietly watched Entity 016. He glared angrily at Entity 004, and from his eyes I could sense a fierce spirit of resistance.
After the Four Guardians arrived in this world, the Forsaken were born. The Four Guardians treated the Forsaken as enemies, killing them mercilessly and expanding their territory. Although some Forsaken were strong, they still couldn't match the power of the Sacred Spirits.
Then something strange happened: the world began to change every month, with the terrain undergoing drastic transformations. At first, the Sacred Spirits didn't notice and suffered greatly for it. Their daily work was to come out and wipe out the Forsaken.