Chapter 1340 Reunion [2]

Chapter 1340 Reunion [2]

The old man meant more to Damien than even he realized.

After all, the guidance this old man gave him during his time in the Abyss, and the semi-frequent visits the old man made over the decade Damien spent traveling, were both integral in different ways.

The visits allowed him to keep his sanity. He wouldn't have gone insane in the Abyss by himself, but his mentality would've taken a hit.

The company he gained through the old man's presence when he was in a place more dreary than anywhere else was something he appreciated heavily.

The advice allowed him to reach his current heights. If it wasn't for the old man, he wouldn't have been able to understand the secrets of tethering so quickly.

Yes, he would have still died on Al'Katra regardless, but what about what came after?

Would he have been able to gain anything from his stay in Nonexistence?

Would he have been able to rapidly make progress on the Ancient Battlefield and carve a place for himself there?

Sure, Damien Void wasn't someone who could be inhibited by many things, but the speed at which he accomplished what he accomplished and reached his current stage of Divinity was deeply related to this old man.

They had been conversing for a while now, but their conversation lulled when they got past the small talk.

Damien was grateful to this old man for a lot of things.

So if he could, he wanted to do something for him.

The problem was that the old man refused, and fate itself didn't allow him to hold a say in this matter.

He poured them another glass of spirit wine and sat there, looking into the Abyss and swishing the drink in his cup.

The two of them sat in silence for a long time.

They had a mutual understanding of each other's position.

Damien realized this old man's identity only after he found himself in the Void. Once he had that knowledge, he couldn't just stay still. He had to talk to the old man at least one more time.

Because he would be gone soon.

Regardless of what Damien wished to happen, the old man would not last much longer.

The mood fell in a way he couldn't explain.

"Your steps are light," The old man suddenly said, but even then, Damien understood his meaning.

The old man smiled wryly. His eyes clouded over as if he had sunk himself in reminiscence.

"The fact that I can feel unresigned is enough to justify my ending. My existence is already against the Universe's Will, however ironic that may be. Is there a better way to end this bleak life than this?"

Damien bit his lip as complicated emotions filled his heart.

"Even if you can accept it, I cannot. What's the point of telling me to leave without any regrets if you already know that such a feat is impossible?"

But the old man shook his head in response.

"That is not your regret. Even if things proceed according to natural order, you will not regret it, only feel that it was a shame.

"Your steps are light, but the weight of the world rests on your shoulders. What harm is there in adding a single pebble on top of that? Even if you yourself do not feel the need to do it, please take it as this old man's last wish and at least try."

Damien sighed again. This old man had a talent for making him sigh.

"Old man, until the end you were a pain."

There was no response.

Damien didn't have to look over to know that the old man was no longer sitting at the table across from him.

He was silent, his expression unchanging, as he watched the Universal Core dull, its spirituality leaving it.

He didn't want to show weakness here.

The old man wouldn't want him to mourn.

"Until the end..."

Damien choked on his words.

His fist slammed into the table, turning it into fine powder in an instant.

"Very well. Because it is your will, I shall follow. In remembrance of the final wish of an old friend, I'll follow your words. But, old man..." Damien let his voice fade out, not bothering to finish his words.

The old man could no longer hear him anyway.

Damien turned away from the growing Abyss encroaching on what was once Grand Heavens Boundary. His eyes carved the image of this small and rickety, yet warm and comforting cabin into his memory for the final time.

And then, his figure vanished. The old cabin crumbled, following its owner even in death.

The only vestiges left of the old man's existence were the memories in Damien's mind.This content originates from n0v3lbin•