"So, it wasn't you who killed him, Mother?" Moku asked, looking directly into her eyes.
"Well, I believe I won regardless. I preserved my honor even at the cost of my life. Therefore, one could say I was the victor of that struggle," she replied, her chin tilted upward with unyielding pride.
His mother was no warrior, yet no being in the universe could deny she was a fighter. She was a soul who simply did not grasp the meaning of defeat. From her youth until her final breath, she had fought against the world. Not once had she taken a step back, even when facing the insurmountable.
To her, humans were the Supreme Creator's most perfect creation. Nothing in this world held a higher status than a human being; only the Creator Himself had the right to look down upon them. Because of this, she never bowed her head to anything other than the Almighty.
"Hahaha... my Mother always wins!" Moku laughed brightly, a surge of pride swelling in his chest.
