"One epoch is one cycle of samsara. For you, that saying is literally true. Every epoch is a new cycle," the Zerg Empress said, clearly enjoying the spectacle without caring how much worse things got.
"One epoch, one cycle... does that mean what I think it means?" the white Taboo asked heavily, his expression terrifyingly dark.
"Exactly what you think. Every epoch is a cycle, repeating over and over," Yelokiji added, twisting the knife.
The white Taboo spat out a mouthful of blood.
No matter how inhuman he was, he could not accept such a reality. It was simply too cruel.
Imagine always believing you were number one. Even if you were not at the moment, it was merely a temporary setback. Sooner or later, you would return to the top.
Then someone told you that everything you had was a lie, nothing more than something others had designed and arranged for you.
You were just a puppet, moving forward as someone pulled your strings. How would you feel?
Not breaking down on the spot would already be a sign of remarkable mental strength.
That gulf between expectation and reality was like bungee-jumping from heaven straight into hell. His feelings were easy enough to imagine.
"Why do this?" the white Taboo asked, a trace of defiance in his voice.
"Who knows? I'm curious why they do it, too. What are they trying to achieve? That's something I'd like to know as well," the Zerg Empress said indifferently.
She was genuinely curious about this, and even now, she still could not make sense of it.
"Who knows? They're clearly an Ancient Clan, yet they start over every epoch," Yelokiji murmured.
He could not understand it either. Why would an Ancient Clan choose to begin anew every epoch? What purpose or meaning