Boer abruptly clenched his right hand! Leaping purple lightning and deep blue magnetic energy converged wildly, stretching out in his palm in an instant to form an Ion Lightsaber. He extended his arm, pointing the tip straight at the chest of the inhuman being nearby, his movements crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
"I refuse!"
His voice rang out over the barren rocky ground, firm and resolute.
"What difference is there between a motionless, 'eternal' world and a world that is completely dead?! If this is what you call 'salvation,' then I would rather embrace destruction!" Boer's gaze locked onto Imu's abyssal eyes.
"If you want to fight to impose your path, I'll fight you to the end! But this 'Eternal Garden'... is absolutely not what I want the world to look like!"
The expected divine wrath did not descend. Not even a trace of annoyance or disappointment appeared on Imu's face. Instead... that pure, lovely smile widened, even taking on a hint of childlike curiosity and anticipation.
"Then what exactly does the world Boer hopes for and pursues... look like?" Imu tilted their head slightly, their ethereal voice reaching into the depths of his consciousness. "And where does this path you speak of, so different from mine... lead?"
"I..." Boer opened his mouth, only to discover that he could not offer a plan capable of standing against the "eternity" the other had spent eight hundred years preparing.
Countless images flashed through his mind: oppression, resistance, freedom, chaos, hope, sacrifice... but piecing those fragments together into a perfect vision of the future? His sword hand whitened from the force of his grip, and for a moment, words failed him.
"Admit it, Boer." Imu's voice was gentle, yet carried the calm of one who saw through everything. "At least for