CH 418

The gloomy soul churned within the Crystal Wall, a twisted face flickering in and out of view.

"Youthful inheritor of the Primeval God, you are too arrogant. I have shown enough sincerity, yet you refuse to negotiate with me."

Rode replied calmly, "Asa, without that sincerity, I wouldn't even be talking to you. You are the embodiment of malice, a soul formed from the will to hate humans and all living beings, a derivative and symbiote of the black mist. If humanity achieves ultimate victory, you will perish. You can only survive in endless darkness. Our goals are fundamentally opposed; there is no room for cooperation."

Asa chuckled, "Young Primeval God, that's exactly my point. Why do you oppose the darkness? What is so good about humanity? Selfish, narrow-minded, cowardly, despicable, greedy—every seemingly righteous soul is hideously ugly up close."