My Friend... Vassago

The corners of Situ Xuan's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile tinged with sarcasm.

"So after I've been here this long, killed so many demon gods, fought so many battles, in the end, nothing will be left behind. The demon gods I killed will come back to life, the armies I crippled will regroup, and the people I beat into submission will forget me. It'll be like I was never here at all."

"Even... you'll forget me too."

Vassago did not answer.

He knew Situ Xuan was right.

The long river of fate would not be changed by an outsider. It had its own current, its own course, its own rules.

Situ Xuan was a stone thrown into the river, stirring up a splash, but the river would not change its course for a single stone. It would flow around it and continue onward, as if that stone had never existed.

Situ Xuan turned his head and looked at Vassago.

"You knew it would be like this all along, didn't you?"

Vassago was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"From the first time I saw your figure in the starlight, I knew. You are not someone from this time and space. You will not remain here. You would come, and you would leave. Like a shooting star, streaking across the sky, leaving behind a trail of light, then vanishing."

Situ Xuan frowned slightly.

"Then why did you help me? Why take me out to fight? Why leave something inside me? Since you knew everything would return to the way it was after I left, what was the point of doing any of this?"

The corners of Vassago's mouth rose slightly, revealing a gentle smile. There was no bitterness in that smile, no helplessness, only a faint warmth, like autumn sunlight.