"If it were in the past, you'd surely show a hint of mischievous amusement, smiling at the 'Doomsday Trumpeter' and saying... Look at this, truly fate binds us tightly, we part ways only to meet again."
"But now, with the 'Master of Millions' and 'Lord of Deception' joining forces, waiting for the 'Divine Curse' to dissipate, intending to pry open the gates of the 'Mysterious Town' to devour Asgard's land, their target set squarely upon you, coupled with numerous pillars encircling, the dire situation leaves no space for levity. Instead, you speak frankly and directly... "
"Honorable 'Doomsday Pillar,' please help me escape from here."
"As for the reason, you did not elaborate, believing that the stature of the 'Nameless Land' surely allows it to discern what's about to befall 'Asgard'."
"What unsettles you is that the 'Doomsday Trumpeter' does not reply directly but instead cryptically utters... Doom Pillar? I don't like that appellation."
"Why?"
