Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint

"No."

At the childlike refusal, Kabilla’s expression stiffened for a brief moment.
But Tyrkanzyaka no longer cared about Kabilla’s reaction.

Tyrkanzyaka spoke.

"You want me to die again? To lose this revived heart and these newfound emotions, only to return to an existence of nothing but boredom and weariness?"

Once she had realized what it meant to live, there was no going back.

To Tyrkanzyaka, asking her to abandon her heart was tantamount to telling her to die.

The reason the Progenitor had always chosen long slumbers was simple—
Whether she was lying in a coffin or awake, there was no difference.@@novelbin@@

She had no sensation, no emotions—
Unless she was annihilating the Holy Crown Church, there was rarely anything that held her interest.

Even those fleeting distractions lost their appeal once she realized the Holy Crown Church simply used her wrath to solidify their own power.

Her greatest amusement had been to wake from slumber and witness the changes in the world.

When she opened her eyes, she would find new knowledge, refined music, and unique art waiting for her.

She had only ever read and observed them mechanically, but for Tyrkanzyaka, those were the only meaningful changes in her existence.

"You would ask me to return to solitude and stagnation?"

"How absurd."

"I am the Progenitor."

"Your beginning and your end."

"And yet, you dare demand something of me?"

"Sister, it’s not a demand, it’s—"

"My authority no longer extends to you, but all of it still resides within me."

"I am still myself."

"You say that I have changed, but it is the opposite."

The Progenitor had changed—
Yet, her manner and actions remained the same.

As she always had, she returned to rule.

She did not actively govern, nor did she interfere.

She simply slept or quietly oversaw the nation—nothing more.