Destroy us!
Everyone felt fear because of this one sentence.
They never imagined that this ancient, seemingly friendly being who knew everything would utter such horrifying words.
To annihilate human society of this era, in a tone as if eradicating a cluster of annoying insects by the roadside.
Only now did they realize they might have been too presumptuous, overestimating the other's kindness.
To say its purpose is to destroy the remnants of an ancient apocalypse cycle and save them was nothing more than ending a longstanding grudge with an old enemy.
It wasn't doing something intentionally for humans, nor was it aiming to be their Guardian God.
Their world was, from the beginning, just a clump of new ant nests sprouting amidst roadside weeds in its eyes.
There were once old acquaintances, but just old acquaintances at best.
If displeased and destroyed, a new anthill would quickly appear; it was of no importance.
Civilizations and races, they are numerous as weeds.
