She gazed down at the Mirage Master with a look of pity.
"How pitiful, let me put an end to your undignified life."
From the time she was active, only a handful of beings have survived to this day.
Even the gods, who were said to live as long as the heavens and earth, fell one after another in the wars. The ones who survived were the last victors, the most powerful, and the wise who knew how to protect themselves.
And beyond the gods, only very few races with tenacious vitality and long lifespans could endure the cosmic mutations and the passage of time. The Mirage Master was one of them, sleeping beneath the sea for nearly ten thousand years and avoiding the disaster that swept the planet.
After she awoke, the Mirage Master was a rare familiar face to meet. She felt a subtle emotion towards it, though they had only met once, they were both beings from the same era after all.
How was she supposed to describe this emotion?
