The Difference Between Winning And Losing

Far away from Stellar Woodlands, in a dark region of space, a golden being calmly flew across the cosmos.

It was one of the rare moments when he was calm. Being surrounded by nothing made him feel at peace.

It was a strange thing for the God of Creation to feel at peace with himself most when he was surrounded by nothing. Like his own domain had shunned him.

Gaius had his eyes closed as his senses tracked a certain Ash Elf. But his mood didn't stay good for long when he suddenly vanished from his purview.

The maggot from Earth that called himself Astaroth, he couldn't locate anymore.

He had been looking at him closely ever since he had met him, feeling like it was strange that a mortal carried the essence of a long-since-gone goddess. He didn't believe the words of the mortal.

"Coincidences happen, yes. But not so many of them in a row," Gaius said, opening his eyes.