The fate of being created, controlled, and driven—a destiny that had defined the Ancient God's existence—would be ended by his own hand this day.
As for the Elder of Emptiness, he could only face it with composure. After all, everything the Ancient God had endured was of his own making.
"While I feel a sense of regret toward you, to think you could simply kill me is a bit too presumptuous."
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