In the void, stars shuttled back and forth, playing the scenes which contained the underlying truths of the universe. However, Noire felt like a deaf guest amidst a bustling party, unable to perceive a thing.
He sat in a lotus position in the void, Adrian stood in front of Noire, with his back reflecting the aura of a formidable God.
Staring at this broad back, Noire could imagine himself in a thousand years standing in the same position, looking down on all mortals as they evolve through life and death tribulations, but he stood there.
Desolate.
Ancient.
Melancholic.
Lonely.
The more his thoughts trailed off, the more he began to touch upon how frightening it must be to stand above all— do you even have the right to have loved ones?
Noire couldn't help but think back to his family, his little sisters and brothers, his relationships in the Silver Eclipse Tribe, the little princess of the patriarch that is waiting to be wed to him.
