"Hmm? Who are you?"
Mistrel, now devoid of the golden World Thunder, lay sprawled within the vast nest, opening one eye to observe the peculiar being approaching him.
A moment later, as Sos arrived before him, Mistrel suddenly spoke, "Are you a new god born from our deaths?"
"Yes, esteemed Mistrel Your Majesty." Sos halted before the enormous nest, looking at Mistrel with eyes that seemed capable of encompassing everything: "You are the first to recognize my origin at a glance."
"So, Death God, what are you in the eyes of those mortals? A god who created the World Tree, or the savior burdened with the salvation of the world, or do they consider you one of their kind?"
After becoming a god, it indeed seems different from ordinary life. Although Mistrel maintained his previous form of the Celestial Eagle, he still managed to show his... sarcastic expression.
"From the bones only destruction can be born. Youngster, are you here at this moment to bring me my ultimate destruction?"
