"Your so-called salvation is nothing more than a cowardly excuse to escape reality!"
Deus's tone was filled with unquestionable resolve and deep dissatisfaction with Arora's stance.
"Have you ever seen the humans tortured beyond endurance by the Will of the Planet? Their souls howled in despair, their bodies twisted in agony—what a tragic sight! And yet you still cling to those unrealistic fantasies of yours!"
"You think your compassion can save them? No, all you will do is plunge them into even deeper despair!"
Deus said.
"Deus, you are wrong."
Arora said without the slightest wavering.
"Sacrificing innocent lives, no matter the reason, is a desecration of life itself. What we should pursue is harmonious coexistence, not violence to answer violence. The Will of the Planet may be powerful, but it is not beyond communication. We can find a peaceful solution instead of trading slaughter for fleeting peace."
However, in Deus's eyes, those were merely signs of weakness and naivety.
At her words, Deus's expression darkened further, like the sky before a storm, oppressive enough to make one struggle for breath.
"Peace? Communication? You sound like a naive child telling a fairy tale. The Will of the Planet is an existence beyond our understanding. It will not change because we beg, nor will it soften because of our tears. It follows its own laws, and we can only adapt—or conquer."
There was a trace of mockery in Deus's voice, but even more helplessness and despair toward reality.
"Only power can make it submit!"
He had already cast aside his own life and death, all for the pursuit of supreme power.
Mad light flashed within his eyes. It was a thirst for victory, as well as contempt for sacrifice.
As he spoke, the lightning around Deus grew increasingly violent. The density