Inside his room, Brandon lay sprawled on his back across the wide bed with his arms folded behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.
"Long lasting life with everyone…"
He closed his eyes, and Rheanne's voice echoed in his mind.
"Everyone wants to be a god. Wants long, everlasting life. Wants worship. Power. Immortality. But in the end… all you get is loneliness and a boring life."
He sighed in his heart 'But to become a god… you need the belief of a lot of people.'
He opened his eyes again, staring at the same spot on the ceiling.
'I never really thought about that far in the future... becoming a god, huh.'
'So even if I become a god somehow… what about my wives?'
Florence. Ravene. Yverine. Dhayun. Jiyeon. Naevora. Charlotte. Elize. Eira... they were his world.
If he somehow ascended and stepped into that endless existence Rheanne described…
What will happen to them?
Mortals age. Die and fade.
Gods… don't.
He vividly pictured that life... centuries stretching ahead.
