Frey expected an outburst.
Instead...
Agaroth quietly lay back upon the ground.
He stretched both arms outward as far as they could reach.
His crimson eyes stared into the endless heavens above.
A sky filled with countless stars.
Yet despite its immeasurable vastness...
He saw it as nothing more than a ceiling.
A ceiling that merely happened to be a little higher than the rest.
One that could eventually be reached.
"Tell me something..."
He spoke without turning to look at Frey.
Frey remained standing nearby.
He had not moved an inch.
His eyes stayed fixed upon Agaroth's defeated figure lying on the ground.
"You Writers..."
"Do you truly believe yourselves to stand so far above every other living being?"
"Has your arrogance reached the point where you think you possess the absolute right to decide the fate of others?"
He asked.
Then...
He laughed.
Frey remained silent.
"All it took was a single prophecy."
