"Maybe I'll say it later, but not now."
"Maybe the world will end the next second, hurry up and tell me~ won't you~"
"I won't say it."
*
In the Star Bridge Hall, Igula and Harvey glanced at each other's fading forms, then looked up at the vibrating ceiling. As demigods, they naturally understood the essence of this collapse better and almost instantly gave up the thought of struggling.
Harvey suddenly took out two aluminum wine bottles, "Hurry up and drink, otherwise it might lose its taste later!"
Igula twisted one open and was instantly stimulated by the strong aroma inside, causing his soul to tremble: "What is this?"
"My brewed necromancy wine! The main ingredients are—"
"Wait, don't say it!"
Igula looked at the bottle and then at Harvey, his expression complex as if facing a piece of chocolate-flavored dung. He sighed helplessly and rubbed his forehead: "Forget it, maybe it'll all be over soon anyway."
