The Desolation of Grudge scanned its surroundings. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine. It had never imagined that it would be beaten by nine Quasi Gods in one day.
Who was the last Quasi God with such a privilege…? The Desolation of Grudge fell into contemplation. It suddenly felt that its fate was a miserable one.
"It's not a wrongful death." The Desolation of Grudge raised its head, and the hollow eyes revealed a tinge of inexplicable charm. "From the day I was born, I've been ready for death. In fact, death is a kind of… relief for me."
Its voice faded. The Desolation of Grudge's body quivered as it began to collapse. Hidden in the depths of its soul, bits and pieces of its memory were broken into fragments and that dissipated into tiny spots of light in the sky. The softness which was hidden in its depths was exposed to the air.