The boss's swollen and infinitely expanding essence was the root, extending endlessly deep into the cavern, connecting to the dark boundary while also erasing its outlines.
The Circus was built because of the boss,
The Circus's movements were the boss's movements; its gathering, concealment, and performances were all revelations of the boss's intents,
That's why beings as powerful as Mr. Rabbit were utterly deferential in front of the boss,
Even Art, the mad and despicable clown who dared to cause trouble in the Cancer Palace, would instinctively restrain himself when talking about the boss, like a well-behaved treasure.
Upon realizing the essence of the boss and the issues with the Circus Tent, William also noticed something else, something only the current him could notice.
"Boss, you are... the Abyss!"
