The corpse flew toward the collapsing star without even a final spark splashing out. Su Ming floated silently in space, watching the blinding light before him gradually shift from orange-yellow to blue-white.
"So quiet. He should've kicked the bucket, right?"
The dead silence of outer space was not something ordinary people could endure. Human bodies were simply too small, which was why humans were social creatures.
"Eek."
Strangle, still holding a shaved ice made from a bloody head on one of its little tentacles, chimed in. Solus had lost all value. No matter how messed up Set's brain was, he would understand sunk costs.
There was no need for the Serpent God to withstand Vishanti's fierce assault just to come save someone at a time like this.
"But why hasn't Hoggoth sent me any news yet?" Su Ming flew back the way he had come, hands clasped behind his back as he looked up. "At least if they drove back the Serpent God, they should let me know, right?"
"Eek!"
Exactly! Strangle indicated that the next time they burned offerings for Big Tiger, they would not burn him a paper house or paper boy servants.
Host and pet chatted idly as they returned to the Solar System within seconds. The battle on that floating continent had not ended yet, but it was only a matter of time.
Su Ming retrieved the broken Serpent Crown and tossed it to Cloak to eat. Strangle had tasted a small piece and found it unpalatable, so Cloak could try extracting its energy instead.
Who knew whether any energy remained? At least it could take a taste.
Cloak's collar trembled. It had finally caught this wave! It had kept a low profile and behaved itself for so long, and the Sorcerer Supreme had finally remembered