"After all, you are a god who can give faith in return," Malin said, sighing as well.
The young man nodded: "Yes, a real deity. I've also seen someone covered in sores, looking dead but refusing to die...but what's the difference between not dying like that and truly dying?"
Malin signaled for him to continue.
"In the end, I betrayed my father, stealing his support for the Evil God, because I knew my time was running out... or rather, the time this world had left for me was running out." The young man looked at the lightsaber hilt in his hand: "When heading north to Washington, D.C., I stayed here for three days, because this was my original home, although my home... had already been destroyed by Chaos."
