392. Regression.
Suddenly,
Without any noise, a white inked, scribbles marred figure appeared in front of it, flickering in and out of existence.
"You... are the last one left...." The figure stated, making the golden figure shudder due an unknown emotion that suddenly assaulted it.
The white figure's mouth opened like a lid of kettle and devoured the golden figure which began to merge with the white inked figure which was flickering as if its slowly moving time had began to run out.
While the golden figure merged with the scribbled figure, it experienced the latter's life first-hand until it relieved the point its own attack had destroyed everything it controlled.
And it instantly realized that everything it had thought and seen in the last few moments was nothing but its own arrogant delusion.