Do not Provoke the Godslayer.
"Nevermind then,, that is not something I can help with." Sol raised his hand and looked at the two before them.
"Master, I had not reported their matter to you yet," Fuhua raised her head.
"I don't have the patience to take anyone else's matter on my head, sorry." Sol rested his elbow on the desk and then his cheek on his fist, gently raising his glass and starng at his distorted image inside of the liquids.
"As I sit here, drinking this rare and delicious ferment, my people are in peryl, their lives are in danger of being snuffed out, thousands, millions, billions, quintillions of lives, an immeasurable uncountable, infinitely growing pool of life is under the threat of destruction, I don;t want to waste time going through the pleasantries of your every-day struggles." He slowly squeezed the glass until it shattered in his grasp, spilling the wine over on his hand and floating above the table.