The God of Darkness, who had been sleeping for a hundred years, woke up from his sleep. All the creatures in the temple bowed down in emotion, surrendering and praising the Lord for his return.
On the soft and spacious bed and the velvet cushions, black hair poured down, like the most gorgeous satin in the world. Lu Xisel woke up from his dream, with a bit of pain still lingering in his eyes. But soon, all the sealed memories returned, leaving him stunned for a moment.
Lucisel straightened up his upper body and rolled a golden rose from his chest. The bright color quickly disappeared and faded the moment he woke up, turning into gray. He stared at the culprit who had allowed him to sleep for hundreds of years, and stretched out his palm to hold it.
But probably after it lost its effectiveness, it was no different from an ordinary rose, so it has become as fragile as paper ashes a hundred years later. Even if Lucisel restrained his strength, he could not avoid turning it into a pile of powder.
The last connection with that long and real dream just disappeared from before his eyes, and the person in the dream did not know where he was or whether he really existed. The emotions of absurdity and fear were arrogantly mocking his incompetence behind the scenes--- "It doesn't matter if you are a god. There is no difference between you and those miserable people in love. You will eventually be drowned in loneliness. The only thing you are tempted by in this life is just a bubble! Hehehehe!"
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