Death looked at the ruined battlefield below, at the two beings who were constantly colliding, who possessed divine power and whose flesh had far surpassed humanity.
For some reason, it felt as though Death were watching two newly grown wyrmlings charging at beings like Them.
A sense of emotion, along with a bad premonition, rose in Death's heart.
But War had grown somewhat irritated by Death's frequent lectures and could not help opening his mouth with a mocking tone.
"What? Death, don't you usually consider yourself the end of all things, an eternal existence?
"And now, just watching two humans fight each other has made you start worrying about gains and losses? After being silent for so long, have you lost your nerve too?
"No matter how badly they fight, it has nothing to do with us or the gods!"
After speaking, War looked at the situation below and added one final sentence.
"At most, it only has something to do with me."
Death: ...
That was indeed true.
After thinking it over, Death felt there was no issue with it. After all, the game had dragged on until now merely as a safeguard.
It was meant to give humanity a mutually destructive outcome, while letting the gods observe the approximate caliber of humanity's current strongest fighters.
No, it was impossible to tell who humanity's strongest fighter truly was, considering how much power Joy had leaked out...
But regardless, this game was no longer important to the gods. What mattered more was what they would discuss afterward.
Then, as though vanishing, Death gave the Arbiter a final greeting, saying they would meet in the newly opened palace after it ended. Death then fell silent.
As the referee, the Arbiter had remained motionless from beginning to end, as though invisible. It