Morphederia.
He murmured.
The universe did not answer him.
Leoz nodded.
So that's it, He is dead.
Leoz did not feel any loss, just evaluated coldly.
"It's over, I should begin."
Leoz opened his eyes, neither sorrowful nor angry, not even slightly disappointed. These emotions that mortals possessed had no meaning for him.
He had never had those emotions, nor did he need them.
Leoz looked at the reflection in the glass—his eyes, brilliant with the starry sky in deep blue, were gradually fading.
"...It's still not enough."
Li Aozi was gradually awakening, his will would progressively descend, regaining control of the body.
But that's too inaccurate to say.
They were fundamentally one, so why speak of contending for control.
Leoz just stood up, unwilling to waste any time on this pointless contention.
He looked down from high above, wandered around for a while, and then set up his plans.