'He's insane. He's actually unwell…'
That was the only thing Sunny could think of as he regarded Asterion with a frozen expression.
But no… Sunny had already established that the Dreamspawn was of sound mind. It was just that nothing about the way he saw the world was within the bounds of what humans would consider normal, while his thinking process was completely free of all preconceptions that most people shared.
After all, why would Asterion not want to devour humanity, the Forgotten God, the entire world, and the everlasting Void on top of that?
The notion was no more preposterous than a random orphan from the outskirts of NQSC becoming an immortal demigod who commanded a legion of dead souls and ruled half of humanity. To someone who did not know Sunny very well, his strange story would sound like the ravings of a madman.
Just like Asterion's confession had sounded just now.
'He truly is a worthy heir of Heart God.'
The god of growth and hunger.
