Yet at a time like this, not everyone had died.
Shaka appeared before everyone, completely naked!
Not a trace of the Gold Cloth remained on his body. The Virgo Gold Cloth had already turned to ashes...
Yet he had not died. Or rather, he was now capable of little more than moving like a living corpse...
And yet, he had still struggled his way up, crawling from the Fifth Temple all the way to the Sunwheel Gate guarded by Apollo, the Sun God!
Apollo stood before them all.
"Mephisto... you traitor. You still dare show your face before me, Apollo, the Sun God? Have you no shame?"
"I'm sorry, Lord Apollo, but my name now is Shaka. I am a Saint of the goddess Athena... I have come to understand humanity's strength. And now, as a strong human myself, I stand before you. I know this is everything you never wished to see, but this war has long since ceased to proceed according to your will, or Lord Zeus's..."
Apollo flicked his sleeve and turned away, his back facing Shaka as he said coldly, "Shaka... Hmph. You have fallen so far that you would even discard the name Mephisto that I bestowed upon you? But do you think that, having reached me, Apollo, the Sun God, you can take another step forward and reach Lord Zeus?"
His right hand swung fiercely! The cape behind him instantly engulfed the entire Sunwheel Gate!
"I, Apollo, the Sun God, will show you what despair is at this very moment!"
What was despair?
Once, in his Light Divine Palace, Mephisto had watched a tragedy unfold before his very eyes.
A worm from one of the side halls had been snatched away by a little bird. Mephisto wanted to save the worm, but he was