Hidden in a void of breathing darkness, the Lord of Shadows observed the battlefield, his eyes glued to Kami's gradually beaten form.
"This is perfect," he muttered to himself.
He had to lure the Heavenly Emperor out of the divine palace. If destruction progressed at the current rate, he would be forced to show himself.
The reason he had told no one else was because of a single memory that kept surfacing in his mind.
...
It hadn't even been a century at that time when he was learning from the Emperor.
Among the many useless questions he had asked his master back then, one of them was out of genuine concern.
"Even if you are the strongest, what if someone attacks you while you're sleeping?" Yasashii Hito had asked, while the late Seer of that time was running laps around the huge compound.
The Emperor waved his hand, reassuring him, "No one is capable of escaping my senses."
But the younger one pressed, "What if?"
