It took some time for the ancient king's fury to subside.
It took more time to convince him to have a conversation with Sunny and Nephis, both of whom he seemed to detest. Azarax had been hanging on the sacred tree since before the Doom War ended and the gods fell, so he was not exactly aware of the current state of the world.
It was difficult to fathom that the very foundations of existence he had been familiar with were meaningless now, and that his contempt toward them was unwarranted as a result.
However, there was a keen and cunning mind hidden behind his overbearing demeanor. Even driven half-mad by thousands of years of imprisonment, Azarax still retained his edge — he knew all too well that everything he had once known was gone. It was just that, in a manner typical of a Supreme, he did not care.
So what if the world had irrevocably changed? It was the duty of the world to adhere to how Azarax saw it, not the other way around.
