"I promise you, from today on, my eyes are your eyes, they will see everything in the world for you. My life is the continuation of your life; you saved me in front of the Ancient Evil, and my future includes half of you."
"From now on, your name will be remembered forever in this world, engraved in the memory of countless mortals... Amon, in the name of the Son of the Divine King, I hereby swear this to you."
He did not conceal his origins, whether out of gratitude or because of Amon's identity as the deceased.
And Amon just smiled, then gazed into Dionysus's eyes.
Crimson gradually covered the bottom of his eyes, and a second pupil appeared within the black iris.
Dionysus felt as if he were looking into the eyes of two people at the same time, one made him feel close like a father, and the other only exuded cold greed.
"Come..."
Holding onto the last moments of lucidity, Amon forcefully grabbed Dionysus's hand that held the scepter.