Julius groaned as he knelt down upon a golden-gazing floor.
His eyes were boiling up by the moment.
He had no words to say, no deeds to do, and no victories to enjoy.
If he knew how the deal worked by now, Azonold would give him more temporary power in return for a chunk of his soul.
What's the point of all this... This is just a fancier way of killing myself... If what that nameless god said was true then the more of my soul I give the easier it will be for Azonold to corrupt me.
"Morning Sunshine."
A cheery voice sang out from his right.
There he found the figure of a certain man waiting. It was the nameless God.
His long purple hair had a few white strands present. His black-steel crown was now entirely white and he was wearing many poor fabrics of a multitude of colors.
Time seemed to have passed differently for him.
