Wizard of the Deep Sea

I stretched out my hand, trying to control the Abyssal Sea that Mimicry had imitated.

"..."

Naturally, it was useless.

It wasn’t the cold, dark, crushing Abyssal Sea I knew.

It was only a fake imitation of it. And because of that, I couldn’t control it.

[So it truly was a counterfeit.]

From beyond my fading consciousness came a voice dripping with ridicule.

[If you had truly been an Outer God of the Abyssal Sea, imitating the Abyssal Sea itself would have been a dangerous gamble for me. But—you really are nothing more than a byproduct.]

"B-byproduct…?”