"Lucian, did that girl really mean that much to you? To the point that you have to kill my sole supporter in revenge?" A cold voice boomed in the temple.
"You won't understand," Lucian cried in anguish. "You didn't understand thousands of years ago, you still don't! Rachelle is my life, my light! Without her, what's the point in becoming god again?"
Well that's one shocking speech. I did not know if I was to applaud for their love or roll my eyes at such dramatic declaration.
I realized now, my wound might seem serious, but I wasn't dying as I had expected. The power of a god should be fatal to us mortals, but the wound wasn't even half as painful as I had expected. It was not even up to par to the stabbing wound I had in my previous life. That's weird...