The rest of the days were truly peaceful.
Aestrea spent the whole time with his lovers and friends, doing the most he could during that brief period of happiness.
But unfortunately, every kind of happiness would need to come to an end, as right now... the seal of the world had been broken again.
And of course, Aestrea had already sealed off that area and was now looking at a single god that hovered at the peak of the 8✯ True God Realm.
"...And who might you be?" Aestrea asked in a cold tone, already having both of his swords unsheathed, ready to fight at any given moment.
The man in front of him had brown hair and brown eyes, looking at Aestrea almost like it was looking at an ant.
"Do you even deserve to know my name?" he scoffed lightly, swinging his hand just for a blue spear to appear.
'...A God of Creation.'
Aestrea furrowed his eyebrows.
