For Sallu, his memory was still stuck at a few months ago, when he had just started a life-and-death battle with Zach. He had lost. It was a sure-win situation, but he had lost to " fate.
However, did he really lose to fate?
Yes, it was.
He had indeed lost to fate.
That was because fate itself was the omnipotent 'all', the concept of the creator.
He saw an invisible hand smoothing out the folds of the river of time, leaning towards another race.
He saw that man. They were both his parents, but he seemed to ignore him ...
He had thousands of words to say. The love and joy for his parents who created him, the awe for the power to create the world and observe time, and the indifference and despair for himself all mixed together into a complicated emotion ...
"Sallu, why do you want to see me?"
It was a God with white porcelain skin, short black hair, wearing a white coat, and a calm voice.
"Rum!"
"Rum!"
