He had destroyed everything himself.
'Why is he still smiling?'
"I understand you fight for the future, for your descendants."
Cassius spoke.
"But do you really think you can win? Your Demigods have been slain countless times, your Warriors fall one after another, and your defensive lines shrink by the day. What will you win with? Those dried bones crawling out of the ground? Those scraps of rusted relics? Or that crimson glow that appeared from who knows where?"
The Warrior's body was disintegrating.
Starting from his feet and moving upward, it dissolved inch by inch into motes of crimson light, like a dandelion scattering in the wind.
But his smile didn't fade. Instead, it grew wider and brighter.
"You don't understand," the Warrior's voice was soft. "His Majesty will right all regrets."
Cassius's brow furrowed even deeper. "His Majesty? What Majesty? Where would the Kronos plane get a Majesty? You can't even scrape together five Demigods—"
The Warrior didn't answer.
