Beads of sweat trickled down Ceano's forehead as he lowered his head and began to recount everything currently happening in the universe—how their forces were attacking all the planets and conquering them in a relentless search for the Celestial spirits. Their master had never shown much concern for the universe's affairs; his sole focus had always been on finding the Celestial spirits. But now that he had asked, they could only tell him everything truthfully.
When he finished, Azazeal remained silent for a moment before shaking his head.
"Instead of engaging in futile actions, why don't you all simply search for the Celestial spirits? I am sure it would save a great deal of time. In the end..."
He paused, the corners of his lips curling upward into a dark, empty smile.
"Everyone is going to die anyway."