Living Towards Death

"What are you looking at? What a pretentious fellow."

The second-generation God of War, Vasnov, coldly responded to the other party's teasing.

Gerrard's remnant thought chuckled and said,

"I'm looking at your death date.

" I saw this day in a thousand years. The God of War's mask of cowardice was torn off, and he finally fell on the summit of the stars.

" This is the prophecy in the Eternal Diary. Oh, I forgot. Back then, you weren't qualified to read the Eternal Diary, so you definitely didn't know about this."

Vasnov was unmoved.

" I never believe in any prophecy.

"If the prophecy was true, how could you have died in my hands?"

Gerrard's lingering thoughts were still smiling.

"How did you know that I died in your hands?

"How did you even know I was dead?

"Maybe the real me is just a cicada shedding its shell and ascending to another dimension?"