Final Battle (II)

The void—a literal emptiness holding remnants of broken worlds—lacked any form of pressure or heat, an uninhabitable place for any and all life forms.

One would die in such an unforgiving environment, yet two beings, one with a starry body and the other with a golden silhouette, levitated in the domain of the void, unaffected by its harsh climate.

"I am sorry," a voice echoed unexpectedly. Sound, which should not have been able to travel in the void, was transmitted by the golden silhouette, his tone solemn and full of pain.

Exitium, who cared little for his words, stared at the creature before it. This was a being it had never faced before, yet it recognized the soul signature—despite being stronger, it was still the signature of the pests who had obstructed its mission.

It felt rage, seething and boiling as it glared at the creature, but for some reason, it did not attack. It was cautious, wary of what someone who could defy its body might do.