Dear grimoire,
The twins are finally in safe hands. Or at least an initial contact has been established. My activities are more stable and I can now say that these ogres will soon be in a better state of health.
As for Naga and her question about what Roham call me, that in itself is a subject I should have addressed at some point. Nagas are creatures of knowledge, so it makes perfect sense.
Nevertheless, I loathe this feeling of heat, this sort of trembling inside me that manifests itself at every mention of this ridiculous pseudonym.
I loathe the mortal existence I have to endure.

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-How did you become an Orphan of the Void?

The shadow's silhouette, which seemed unshakeable, always so controlled, trembled. More and more, the shadow became shapeless, only the impassive mask remaining motionless, its shining eyes fixed on the snake-woman. Trying to keep its composure despite its seething anger, the owl replied.

-I was separated from the Primordial Void, reduced to a sliver, a splinter in the immensity of Its Nothingness. This... beginning of existence, I call it "Rupture".
-The Primordial Void? Nāga became carried away with enthusiasm. Ssso that meansss you have accessss to all the knowledge posss-
-Stop prattling, you horrid whistler of nonsense!

The shadowy mass extended a shapeless arm-like mass, slapping Nāga so hard it sent her crashing into a shelf.

-Have you not listened, you useless snake?! I told you separate from the Void! I am only a remnant, unable to join the Great Whole, unable to communicate with my true essence! Limited as a mortal, reduced to living like one, a single existence in a single place in time! Only able to use the mysteries of the Void with the most parsimonious caution!

Nāga tried to stand up again, coughing a little, shaken by the shock. The Owlverlord was really angry. But she needed to know more.

-Cough-Cough... I'm... I'm really sssorry, Massster. I... I will pay more attention to what you tell me. But *shudder*... what causssed the Rupture?