He seemed to have had a very long dream.
From being born of chaos, to being named in reality, from wielding the sword in battle, to usurping the throne, from resisting invasion, to defeat and exile.
——[God of the Present World]Leoz, that ordinary, mundane life.
Gaia's wolf claws were supposed to descend with killing intent and death, ending this life. As a cannon fodder deity, its soul was not destined to return to the Nether Abyss, leaving only the fate of soul dispersal.
However, the trajectory of the dream changed.
Gaia did not kill him but instead exiled Leoz to the Starry Abyss.
——What was it planning? Was it playing a big game of chess, or simply amusing itself out of boredom? Or perhaps it believed itself to be invincible and felt no restraint?
Regardless, Leoz only knew one thing: He was still alive.
Not only that, but when [Eternal Speaker] Redd Gold wielded the Divine Sword Veilue against him, it didn't cause damage; instead, it bestowed upon him a faint desire.
