The old man's voice echoed continuously in this Chaos Space, causing the void to tremble.
"A compassionate heart?"
"Nephew, we've come this far, why would such a vulgar and laughable term still come from your mouth?"
"What does a compassionate heart even mean?"
"Is it pity for those pitiful and insignificant lives? Or is it maintaining a true, good, and beautiful attitude towards things?"
The Shadow of Chaos chuckled lightly, "All things in the world, dust on the ground becomes dust again, dust in the heavens becomes dust too. All meaningful and meaningless life and things, in the end, will return to dust."
"Even if it were me, without reaching the final step, I would eventually return to dust. Everything is fair."
"A compassionate heart, in my view, is the contemplation of a lower life form."
"Isn't the truly meaningful thing to walk a path to its end?"
The words of the Shadow of Chaos echoed in the old man's mind.
....
"He was once the hope most likely to reach the end!"
