"No matter what you plan to do, should we put away this body for now? Maybe one day the Goddess will resurrect." Doro suggested.
Mohe shrugged in disappointment, "As you wish."
She put away the Goddess's body. At their level, sometimes it's hard to die completely; death always feels incomplete.
"But, Mr. Doro, according to my estimation, the Angels should have already started attacking the surface. Aren't you worried?"
"Are you worried?"
Mohe looked indifferent, "Of course, I'm not worried."
"Many species on the surface were created by you. If you're not worried, why should I be?"
"You're clearly the Unique King... Shouldn't you be responsible for the species on the surface?"
Doro sighed, "You know, the Wise King had a private conversation with me before?"
Mohe looked at Doro with some surprise, "I hadn't heard—what? Did she come to sacrifice herself to you?"
