Bab 115: Enough with that

Drip-

Blood dripped.

Cumsalot breathed heavily. His comrades on the ground, unmoving.

"Are all you god so powerless?" A deep voice, as though peering deep into Cumsalot's soul. "But wait, you are supposed to be better than all the other ones or did you grow weak?"

Cumsalot glared, one hand holding his bleeding shoulder firm. 

He was seething with rage but now wasn't the time to explode. 

He had to stay calm. 

"What can I say? Times change," Cumsalot grinned, desperately searching for a way out. Flowing darkness all around him. Distant stars- distant light. The absolute center of the null. 

He was the last one- and he had to get this information out somehow-

This information on how-

How this monster- 

"Yes, times do change. Back then life was so different. Gods were powerful, but the devil was more so…" A chuckle.