Emrys didn't know what action he could take to get rid of the giant black figure floating around him with the intention of possessing his body.
While Emrys was still thinking, the black figure spoke while swaggering around him, "It is unknown just how long I have waited for this day to come. I used to be an expert capable of destroying a world with just a single punch. Now, look at me, what have I become? Not only have I lost all my strength, but even my soul has become so weak that it is on the verge of disappearing completely. Maybe in the next hundred thousand years, my soul would have dissipated."
Emrys's mouth twitched after hearing how casually the black figure was speaking about a hundred thousand years.
To Emrys, a hundred thousand years was a very long period of time, so long that it was simply unimaginable from his current point of view. His horizon was still very narrow, not broad enough to imagine himself living for a hundred thousand years.