บท 1681: Dead God

The being had no clear features except for a humanoid body built of silver light. Yet, from the traces of its aura, it felt old, much older than even the Spirit King.

"You…" Varian stepped back, creating distance in caution.

"Why did you do it? Huh? Why did you fuse the slivers?" The being rambled. 

"You're the god of life and death? The primordial god who built this place?"

"I…" The being seemed to almost nod before it clutched its head and groaned. "I…I must be!" 

"Are you okay?" Varian thought using those words against a godly being was funny. 

How could he not be okay? And if he's not okay, what could he, a rank 2, do anyway?

"I am dead." The god said in a tone that showed no emotion.

The silver light flickered and wriggled, trying to form definitive facial features. But they all failed miserably as the light kept collapsing and dimming.