[Dead sound]

Like a deep state of mind, the silence was audible. A simple attack, but profound in a grand scheme, had silenced the atmosphere.

The previous crackling firewood had claimed its right to silence, the animals still surrounding did not evoke any sound.

As if it symbolized respect, a concept foreign to understanding. The acts demonstrated were not spectacular, nor did the "aces" fulfill their functions; but still, the sound had died.

The end of the battle had brought a fried hair, and a young man who had self-harmed to rely on a power beyond his current capabilities.

The taoist rhymes had already dissipated, as Federick withdrew his battered arms and his enemy fell from his former floating position.

"Nature? I don't think I'm capable, but they overestimate it." They were the first words that Federick spoke after his impeccable victory.

"In fact, you are capable. Haha! But your arrogant nature displeases me." Said a young but mature voice; that came from a strange fog.

Strange fog, being similar to the previous hair, where countless continuous transformations and distortions occurred. Imposing a supreme aura with its simple presence, without having to resort to any coercive operation.

Probably the fog was the intercessor that prevented the speaker from being observed. But an indication of his identity was the disappearance of the old man Infinitum from the scene.

"I may be arrogant, but you're no different, are you?" Federick said sarcastically and tiredly, with no interest in arguing.

"Quite eloquent and wise for your young age... Better go back to sleep." Was the only response from that voice covered in fog.

It was at that moment, that a dominant power was drawn from the mist outside, which imposed itself and surrounded a few meters, which included Federick.

From one moment to the next, Federick's spiritual figure disappeared spontaneously, without warning or surprise, nor the space for a scream.

In the field where the battle had taken place, now there was only Amagatzu and to whom did the voice belong in the fog.

Even the remains of the hair had disappeared without explanation!

"You're pretty arrogant, huh?" He uttered Amagatzu with a smile and a small hint of confusion in his eyes.

"I had assumed that my image of this current era would have erased the memories of the past." Said the man, who slowly revealed his appearance beyond the fog.

He was a handsome middle-aged man, with firm eyes and a strong jaw. He had loose black hair down to his shoulders, while a slight beard grew on his face.

The slight surprise in Amagatzu's eyes confirmed that it was indeed Infinitum. A perverted and disheveled old man, he had been conditioned to bathe under a mist and had rejuvenated; countless kings would envy him.

"I think it's fair to say, this is no small change in your attitude, undefeated." He pronounced Amagatzu, word for word; I even click my tongue.

"Old name, old customs..." Said the renowned Infinitum as he observed the sky that coined the living beings.

With an airy sigh, he made eye contact with his friend; taoist companion, with whom he once had a great battle...

"Your boy is impressive, like you, but superior." Infinitum said as he remembered the spirit shown by Federick.

"Naturally, it is my blood." It was Amagatzu's only response to the sarcastic praise.

At this, Infinitum only proceeded to breathe a sigh of resignation. Although not completely conscious, he had lived with his friend for millennia; I understood his personality.

"Don't you even have a question?" Infinitum asked with small shafts of despair.

"I'm glad for your current condition." Was Amagatzu's only response.

"But my time is limited." Infinitum said as he groped his defined chest with his hardened palms.

After all, he was doomed to a flabby body in chronic old age. Protruding belly and sunken chest; It was a humiliating condition.

Even in the little time he had left, he thought about the moment of his damnation...

"Because?". Amagatzu asked, surprised by the words of his restored friend.

"Your boy is really impressive; he even reminds me of him." It was the only answer he received.

While Amagatzu doubted the meaning between his words, he only deigned to observe the distant cosmos.

"An unparalleled figure, who shattered my taoist heart with a single random blow." Infinitum answered in the direction of no one.

This revelation even took Amagatzu himself by surprise. His friend, a fellow taoist in the past, had been a commendable figure. With atrocious strength, dignified bearing and noble aura, he had fascinated countless lands; earning the dao nickname of "Undefeated" through his legendary exploits.

He recognized the status of Infinitum; Such descent from an unparalleled divine figure to that of a mad old man was solely due to his broken taoist heart... But his last battle was against him, a fight that lasted three days and three nights.

"What are you talking about?". Amagatzu asked in dismay.

"My path for countless years was light, due to my cultivation on an incomparable Dao, the Infinite." Infinitum said as he closed his palm in the air, as if trying to enclose something ethereal and non-existent between it.

"Thanks to this I was victorious in my daoist journey, deserving the name of Undefeated... But nature is supreme without comparison, limiting the eternal and forbidden."

That was a true reality, an extremely profound concept; only few had transcended such a condition.

"After my defeat, reflecting on your immense figure that had cast a shadow on my taoist heart, I was caught off guard. Suffering a tribulation of my staggering dao, I was overcome by him in my disbelief."

"Tall and thin, with an oppressive breath and an aura of extreme nobility, imposing as if it were an ancient war horse. His clothes of the finest silk, complementing his hair in an ethereal way, with mobility as if it were a divine intention." Infinitum explained with shock.

"A man from another world, who carried a wooden sword covered in simplicity, but with deep intricate... but still, he only needed a simple finger that pierced all my defenses, leaving me without voice or hearing."

"Blackish finger, like obsidian... Inside, terrifying taoist concepts."

"An Emperor, of whom I do not even know his time. Past or future, nothing..."

"An infinite variable; just like your child, without past, present or future." He sentenced Infinitum with his last strength to his dear friend, while placing his heavy hands between his shoulders.

"But listen, be careful with the fairy palace... Gluttons; vixens without beginning or end." A raspy voice finished.

Amagatzu no longer felt the previous scratchy hands, but rather weak ones like a willow branch.

It was no longer the previous middle-aged man, but an old man with a prominent beard growing.

"So I've been babysitting a stranger this whole time, because of a misunderstanding." Amagatzu said sarcastically, mocking his condition.