Saint Emperor [1]

"Do you know how long I've lived?"

The Saint Emperor stood with his back turned.

When Damien appeared behind him, he didn't turn to look at him, but he immediately started a conversation.

Damien looked at that back silently.

Even now, with his newfound power, he couldn't see through this man at all.

That back was opaque. It was so fully packed with experience and defense that nobody could see through it, even if they were far stronger.

Damien wasn't here to converse.

He wanted to start fighting as soon as possible and end his fate with this man, but for some reason, he felt obligated to answer.

"I have a rough idea," he said slowly, lowering his hostility.

"As of today, it has been 999,999,999 years. Quite coincidental, isn't it? Despite how long I have been chasing you and you have been chasing me, the day of our fated encounter occurred on this instance."

The Saint Emperor smiled lightly.