He couldn't wrap his head around it. Any of it.
The fact that this man had destroyed the world, and the fact that he didn't particularly care about having destroyed the world, as well.
Eurys just stared at him.
“I wasn't offering.”
He fell silent for a while, then sighed and said in a neutral tone:
"For what it's worth, I wish you luck. I hope that you do become gods. And that you build a new world on the ruins of the one I and my people destroyed. The gods I hated are dead, so... I think it will be nice. A new beginning"
His voice sounded sincere enough, but Sunny couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
‘A new beginning... is this it, then? Is this Weaver's will?’
He felt like he was about to go mad.
So, he forced himself to calm down. He composed himself and steeled his resolve. With a sigh, Sunny rose from the ground and summoned Serpent.
"I guess all of this works out great for you, doesn't it, Eurys? Now that I know the truth lam more motivated than ever to kill you. And if I do become a god, I'll finally have enough power to actually do it. No matter what happens, you win."
Eurys stared at him with the same skeletal, eternal grin.
"I guess it does. My, oh my! I must be a genius."
Sunny exhaled slowly, then nodded.
“Alright, then. After all, I made a promise. I feel like I'll be busy for a while after this, so... I'll try to kill you well today, Asterion."
As he raised his sword, the ancient skeleton laughed.
“Huh? What did you say? Oh, that's peculiar. That's creepy. Just now, I felt something trying to crawl into my head... how rude. How unpleasant..."
Not listening to his nonsense, Sunny brought the sword down.
***
Far away, in a different world, night had enveloped a desolate plain. Ruins of an ancient city towered in the distance like a concrete jungle, and rusted corpses of grotesque war machines lay half-buried in the dry earth. The air was thick with invisible poison, and no mundane creature could survive this forsaken hell.
Nevertheless, people had intruded upon the desolate plain this night. They were kneeling on the ground, their protective suits and flimsy vehicles covered by dust. Some had already died, but the rest were still looking up, at the silver disk of the distant moon, chanting a simple prayer.
“Asterion... Asterion... Asterion..."
One more fell to the ground.
"Asterion! Asterion!"
The indifferent moon looked down at them from the sky.
"ASTERION!"
They had been praying for a long time.
But tonight, their prayers were finally answered.
A falling star suddenly streaked across the night sky, burning bright in the vast darkness.
Its fiery halo grew brighter and brighter, falling as it left a trail of smoke in the air. Finally, a radiant meteor impacted the ground, causing a devastating explosion and a powerful earthquake.
The praying people fell down, crying as they reached toward the crater joyously.
Slowly, their voices grew quiet.
Then, a hand appeared from the crater, and aman wearing a torn, charred spacesuit pulled himself over the edge.
Rising to his feet, he took off his shattered helmet, closed his eyes, and inhaled the poisonous air with full chest.
This was the first breath he had drawn in decades.
A charming smile twisted his lips.
"Ah... good old Earth. It seems I have returned."
For him, who was born in the Dream Realm, this was an alien world.
But he was still glad to be back.
[End of Part III: Voyage of the Night Garden.]
[End of volume ten: Dark Lord's Dreadful Travelogue.]