The afterglow of the setting sun dyed Port Nyanzaru with a trace of golden brilliance.
Soren stood on the high tower, a rare moment of his enjoying a brief period of quiet time. Reviewing the experiences of his journey thus far, he had essentially spent every moment racing against time, never once indulging in the extravagant lifestyle of this world.
Now the Time of Troubles had already entered its later stages; as long as he weathered this final wave of impact from Hell, Soren would be able to enjoy the carefree days after deification alongside the people most important to him. This was a very lengthy period, and Soren would have more than enough time to squander and luxuriously waste—one hundred, two hundred, three hundred years. If that still was not enough, one thousand, two thousand, three thousand years. As an immortal deity, as long as Soren wished, he could carelessly squander time to do whatever he desired. And all of this would be attained just by surviving the Time of Troubles, at which point the positions of the deities would stabilize, never to fall easily into the hands of others again.
Soft footsteps approached.
The figure of the Fallen Witch Corinna appeared. Seeing Soren standing beneath the setting sun, she could not help starting slightly, then walked over to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, speaking softly, "I rarely see you looking so leisurely."
"Is that so?" Soren turned and smiled.
Then he gazed into the distance and said, "Ever since the Time of Troubles broke out, I have always been racing against time. Before, it was to protect Vivian, and later, it was to deal with other crises. But fortunately, everything is almost over. I have a premonition that the energy storm is gradually weakening, and it is