"Human, you... are awake?" A light laughter filled his ears, as Xi Mu clutched his forehead, looking up at the God of Fear.
He fell silent for a moment, then chuckled,
"It seems I am no longer under suspicion."
"Right, you are but a bundle of firewood infected by the fire of Sulter." The God of Fear turned away, walking towards the window, pushing open the tightly shut windows to focus on the outside world.
This scene was like a proud deity, disdaining to cast a glance at mere mortals.
However, he was actually very terrified, wishing he could strangle Ahtal in his crib to avoid the future Ragnarok.
But every time he thought of the eyes of the King of Ash in the mirror, he dared not harbor any thought of killing Ahtal, even though he knew Ahtal was extremely weak at this moment and reason was telling him to kill Ahtal before it was too late.