Under the dark night sky, God King Nelothus staggered aimlessly through the starry sky, dragging his weary body.
At this moment, God King Nelothus had long lost his usual composure and decisiveness, leaving only despair, numbness, and bewilderment.
And beneath this lifeless, desolate night sky, clearly devoid of any living beings aside from Nelothus, one could distinctly sense as if countless eyes were staring intently at Nelothus from all directions, scrutinizing him from every angle, with no escape.
Yet Nelothus was not oblivious to those countless eyes observing him; it was just that he never bothered to pay attention to them.
But this time, Nelothus couldn't endure it anymore and spoke up: "I failed; aren't you delighted?"
With Nelothus' words, the eerie sensation of being watched around him intensified, and a whisper sounded by Nelothus' ear: "Nelothus, I told you, you wouldn't succeed, you cannot escape my world."
