She had been afraid of death since ancient times, but because of his appearance, she had already forgotten about life and death.
For him, she had already shed her last tear in the world; for him, she wiped out all her people in the world with her own hands; for him, she would forever protect the gods who had been enemies for generations; for him, she was willing to change from being as gentle as jade to a hell Shura just for his small words. She thought her heart had died long ago and God would let it go. After hundreds of millions of years, she actually met someone who was similar to him. The coldness and scheming that had persisted for hundreds of millions of years in front of him were removed, and he became as carefree as a child. Suddenly she realizes that he was her obstacle hundreds of millions of years ago, but he will be her devil hundreds of millions of years from now. . .