Aeno is going to destroy everyone?” Beams repeated in the same whispered voice as Mr. Space. “What do you mean?”
“Not directly,” said Mr. Space, scratching the back of his head, “but … well, we really don’t have time—”
“Actually, we do,” Beams cut him off. “Tell me what you mean. I already know that Aeno is going to destroy the universes of the losers in the Tournament, but something tells me you’re not talking about that.”
“Definitely not,” said Mr. Space. “See, there’s a reason the IEA has Aeno listed as a Deus, and it’s not ‘cause we hate him or anything. Do you want to know why he went to sleep in the first place all those years ago?”
Beams shook his head. “He was tired, I guess?”
“Nope,” said Mr. Space, shaking his head. “The reality is that the IEA put him to sleep for the sake
