"Give up, old snake, you are not going to have my core, ever," I said to it after it tried more than a hundred times to swallow my core, but each time sent crashing by the ripples of the moon.
"I will have it," it said back, with a conviction. "And how do you plan to do that, old snake? You have already used everything you have right now," I mocked, and for a few seconds, there was complete silence from the old snake.
"I had one last card left; I had left to deal against Rhaek, but now I will use it against you," said the old snake and said it in a voice that made my soul shudder in absolute fear, as this time, I do have an idea, what it will do.
Which is why I had not activated the suicide formation.
With how things are, I am going to die; there is no doubt about it. The old snake had merged into a very part of me; we are inseparable; I will die, whether it succeeded or failed.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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