A gigantic red moon hung in the sky behind Him, the moon was so clear, clear to the point of causing a breakdown.
Above the blood lake, the sinister yet holy figure was so magnificent. The god's slender eyes gazed at everything by the lake, observing Shard and the girls behind him. As for that enormous undead behemoth in the distant sky, the continuously flashing four-color aura, the burning forested mountains, and the smoking volcanic craters, those were merely decorations at the moment, unable to catch the deity's attention:
"After two eras, unexpected guest, we meet again."
"God, why have You descended upon the mortal world?"
Shard wanted to lift his head, but the headache and the groaning of his entire body nearly overwhelmed him. Without divinity, he was just a mortal.
"What I want, aren't you very aware?"
The deity dressed in blood-red formal attire spoke softly in the ancient language of the Fifth Era:
"When we first met, I already told you—
