At those words, Wind-Thunder and Slyder rolled their eyes in fury at the same time.
Who could understand their frustration? The world's biggest Arsonist had just said he disliked violence. Who exactly had been ready to blow things up at the drop of a hat back then? Such a difficult mystery.
Both had plenty they wanted to get off their chests, but in the end, they merely snorted a few times without interrupting Su Wuwei.
[Withering] released Origin directly, and the light around them visibly dimmed.
Something intangible was causing everything that existed to wither. The flame in Su Wuwei's palm grew thinner and weaker, like a candle guttering in the wind, ready to go out at a breath.
The strength within his body diminished layer by layer as well. The firelight died, and the shell that had once held endless power seemed to enter old age, passing from the blazing heat of youth into a period of collapse and decline.
He looked at his wrinkling hands. He had once been the Sun, once been a planet.
But everything he had experienced in human form had long since eclipsed his unknowing, unfeeling time as the Sun.
Looking back, his past was like a blank sheet of paper. Even joining Hold Up the Heavens had been a whim.
Later, it had become harder and harder to sever those ties, harder and harder to bear the deaths of those around him.
Even though he had seen such things plenty of times.
Stripping away his past as the Sun and discarding those unimportant bygone days, what exactly did he want to hold on to?
[Withering] frowned. Su Wuwei's hair was already completely white, yet he still offered no resistance.
"Should I keep going?"
"Keep going. I haven't found it yet. I haven't found