"This is impossible!"
[Moth] recognized the owner of that voice almost instantly.
That little brat He had already killed—troublesome, perhaps, but still far too green!
She was alive?!
How had she survived His attack? And how had He failed to notice where she was hiding?
Impossible!
[Moth]'s mind descended into chaos in that instant, and that chaos allowed the consciousness already lurking within His mind to burrow even deeper.
A moth nearly identical to Himself hovered within His mind. Whenever it beat its wings, [Moth]'s gaze would grow unfocused for an instant, and His thoughts would become sluggish and slow.
Even with that moth in His mind interfering, He quickly realized that perhaps that little brat had never been killed by Him at all.
That conclusion left a tiny crack in [Moth]'s once perfectly composed mindset.
When it came to [Illusion], He was naturally unrivaled. Yet that little brat had managed to deceive Him?
He could not help but reflect on whether He should truly have emerged at this moment.
Was there really no problem with His plan?
But the moment those doubts surfaced, He immediately realized something was wrong.
"Stop. I shouldn't be thinking about this. I can't waver!"
Wavering would expose flaws. Those thoughts should not have arisen from Him; something was guiding Him.
"Damn it, what are you spacing out for?!"
[Blade]'s dissatisfied voice came from ahead. Only then did [Moth] snap back to His senses as though waking from a dream, only to discover in shock that there was no one around Him—no moths, and none of that little brat's voice He had just heard.
It seemed He had truly just stood there blankly for a while.
But as a deity aligned with [Moth], He knew that was not the case. Just now... He had fallen