Then, only in such a brief moment—
Can one glimpse that light from the Main Material Plane, from the Western Continent.
Or perhaps... see how much that stubborn little human boy, the disciple he once took in, has grown now.
"Alright, I understand."
Shiayar nodded.
And the Legendary Bone Specter, which Shiayar and Hathaway called "Little Death," merely gave a slight bow.
The hazy figure gradually faded, once again concealing itself within The Void.
Before leaving, Shiayar felt that Little Death's gaze held a tinge of resentment.
As if regretting not having taken more advantage of Shiayar when he hadn't yet grown strong, not having exploited him more.
As a result, in what felt like the blink of an eye for the Immortal being, several years passed, and Shiayar had grown to his current level, becoming a figure it now had to look up to.
Now, even if it wanted to take advantage, it couldn't.
