The Eternal King is in regret, regretting having cooperated with the Prophet, which resulted in provoking such a powerful enemy.
But now it's too late to say anything.
This terrifying god of slaughter traveled two hundred thousand light-years from Earth to the Small Magellanic Cloud.
What he intends to do next was announced three days ago.
The Eternal Motion Race, finished!
The Small Magellanic Cloud, finished as well!
The Eternal King's hands and feet are icy cold, filled with regret in his heart.
If there is one thing that could make him feel slightly better in this situation, it is probably that he will soon be buried in the unparalleled power of this gigantic deity, and won't have to watch the extinction of the Eternal Motion Race and the destruction of the Small Magellanic Cloud with his own eyes.
"Death, maybe it's a kind of relief."
The Eternal King is in utter despair, only wanting to quietly await the arrival of death.
